Despite Skye's reassurance, Kat was still nervous. After Skye opened the door and removed her shoes, she did the same out of respect. The warm smells hit her almost instantly and her stomach growled, causing her to turn pink. Kat followed Skye through the house quietly, looking around as she followed until she ended up in the kitchen. The woman standing at the stove was a very pretty woman, no doubt where Skye got her looks, she saw several similarities in the two.
Kat smiled when Shannon said there was room for her at their table, but wasn't expecting to be hugged. The hug actually made her even more nervous, she should have gone back to her room and showered after work instead of heading to the cafe. Kat prayed the smell of coffee would over-rule the smell of the club. This was not the impression she wanted to make on Skye's mother. She didnt want Shannon to doubt the person who Skye would be rooming with. After realizing it had been a moment after Shannon had introduced herself, Kat managed to get
"My names Katherine, Katherine Valle, call me Kat." out with a smile. Shannon was quoting her mother as well, she wondered if every parent thought their children were to skinny. The thought made her laugh a little
"You sound just like my mother."She was about to go wander until she found the living room when Skye asked if Kat could room here for awhile and their intentions of getting their own place, when Kat saw the look that Shannon was giving Skye she bit her lip only to smile when she heard that she could. After Skye said that she was ready and yanked her into the living room she let out a breath and sat down next to Skye.
"Most patents are when their kid up and tells them they wanna get their own place with a person they just met. Your moms real nice though, I was kinda nervous." Kat gave a half smile and she relaxed herself on the couch
"This couch is awesome. I want nice furniture like this....everybody should have nice furniture like this." Looking at Skye she giggled a little, excited about getting an actual place instead of another run down room.
Makenzie woke up when she heard the door to their apartment close, Maxxie left without waking her up again, causing Kenzie to groan and pull the covers over her head, after a moment she heard Maxxie's jeep start and leave. Kenzie couldn't hide in her warm fortress of nice smelling blankets forever, and to prove it she kicked them off the bed as she sat up, and slowly made her way off her bed. She pulled on some comfy pajama pants and a random shirt before making her way out of the room. There was nothing but a piece of paper on the counter, further investigation found Maxxie's handwriting:
Hey Kenz I went to go get us some breakfast. Be back soon <3 MaxxieKenzie took the note and stretched out on the couch, wondering if she'd gone far and hoping she didn't go to Buca's, Kenz didn't need Maxxie getting mixed up with them before she got a feel for the Occheto family. Kenzie didn't think she could handle a situation where Maxxie was compromised, and she didn't want to, but Maxxie was too headstrong for that, she just didn't understand....picking up the remote Kenzie turned on their TV, flipping through the channels she waited for her sister to return.
Demitria just layed there, listening to the buzzing of the bell that signaled it was time for the inmates to leave their cells, they were actually allowed outside today, which really meant that the employees wanted to smoke the cigarettes that they wern't allowed to touch. Torture at its finest. The loud click told her her door was now unlocked, she dressed herself in the clothes she was permitted to wear, jeans and a t-shirt, and made her way out of the room. The best part about this place was the lack of care they took with their patrons, this was not one of those fancy rehabs that people enjoyed, it was a reformed insane asylum, to Demi, it was prison.
As the other drug addicts made their way out into the common area, Dementia looked around the fence, looking for the place she had escaped last time, the small gap in the fence. The institute was too poor to fix it, and as far as Demi knew she was the only one who had used the gap to break out, so there was really no point. The institute was backed up to a small section of woods so once she was out she was gone. The pursuit of the drugs made her anxious as everyone was filed into the yard, and as soon as the guards had their backs turned, she was out.
Demitria made her way through the woods, a trail she had traveled many times before that led to the city. She had to find her fix, her body was starting to shake in anticipation. The only reason she hadn't shriveled up and died in the institute was they gave her pills to relax herself. Her guards learned the first time they couldn't just cut her cold turkey, she needed something to help her stabilize herself, and although they weren't her drug of choice, it helped.
Dealers battled in her head, who was who was starting to become impossible to decipher. She turned down another street and closed her eyes, rainbows of colors flashed behind her eyelids, then she saw hair, it was familiar, not red like her own, but white, and now black too.......then she heard something.....sounded like shhhhhhh........grrrrrrrr........shhhhhgrrrrrr.........then she opened her eyes and she heard it clearer sugar........PULSE!!! She had to find Pulse. Pulse was a dealer and an old friend. She would help her, she had before. There was a tattoo shop that she remembered Pulse running, and it was around here somewhere.
Demi kept walking, or tried to keep walking, the relaxers had stopped working completely by now and she was starting to freak out. She couldn't go much farther. Demi just had to keep going until she found the parlor, then she could stop, but she had no idea where the parlor was, and she forgot where she was......there was an entryway to something, she didn't know what it was but the place wasn't open. She would just sit there for a second to regain herself, just a second to stop the shakes. Making her way up the small stoop she crawled into the dark corner and pulled her legs close to her body. She started to rock back and forth.
Just a second. Demi's whole body shook violently.
Just a second. Placing her head on her knees her vibrant red hair fell over her legs, hiding her face from what ever was out there.
Just.......a....... Demi closed her eyes and waited for the violent shakes to stop, but unless she got a drug soon, she knew it wouldn't.
Little did she know, Demi was curled up right outside Suri's tattoo parlor.