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Maleficient || Outfit || hex #8B008B
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She never thought of herself as the best person, but new and strange emotions were clouding her feelings, feelings of people and wanting to hurt them for the wrongs she has experienced in her life.
She bit her tongue as she paced throughout the office, walking up and down waiting impatiently for a text from Marta. She didn't have friends or as much as the word would be called. But mainly it was the fact that it was someone she talked to. Someone she could bitch and moan about how life was treating with her.
When she paced and felt the buzz of her phone she looked down to see the texts from Marta she looked at them and a small smile happened. Glad that she could discuss with someone the craziness of all that was going on. She grabbed it and quickly began texting a reply.
-I'm coming over, I will bring coffee and maybe alchoal depending on how this shitshow goes.
She grabbed her jacket that was sprawled on the chair and turned off the lights, forgetting about the rest of her assignment knowing she could quickly type the rest up in the morning, knowing that it would go good that way as well. Walking her way to the drive through she picked up coffee and grabbed her own drink she kept stashed in her car and made her way to where Marta lived.
Knocking on the door, banging as she didn't dare ring a doorbell. The pounds of her fist hitting the wooden surface, not caring how hard she did it. "Marta, its me! Open up!" She shouted before waiting as patiently as she could for the woman to open the door and they could discuss their new transfixens.