Bedroom Act

<LipstickThespian> It was a scream. Red splashed across the length of it, harsh stabs piercing the pale white. There sitting on the floor, tucked against the inside of the stairwell was a murder. Pinned under the recess of the staircase away from the piles of janitorial supplies hidden under the stairs themselves. A forgettable girl sat against the wall in the dim splash of light coming off of the common room. Her knees were brought up, a sketch book in her lap as she ran a red colored pencil along the length of it. Her hair was rolling around her face and shielding it from prying eyes as she continued her work. She had missed her pencil case falling open and a few errant shades of green rolling towards the exit of the stairwell. Too set into her world, too focused on the murder she was committing. Katlyn sat alone, and focused on her art.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy takes a deep breath, smelling the air of the stairwell, slightly musty with the smell of a ever fading winter coiled around it like a dagger in her senses. Gunmetal blue eyes poking out above all else about her. Her jet black hair cut short and framing her sharp and pale features. Now covered by a beige scarf she had lifted to cover her nose and mouth tightly. She sees the vision of murder in front on her, her expression changing to that of soft wonder you could see only a young child possess. Unquestioning of the world that had unfolded in that little space. She says quietly, with no real emotion behind it other than a faint warmth that the girl always carried in her heart "Hello."

<LipstickThespian> She seized like someone caught in the act of something private. Katlyn glanced up from the work she was focused on to look at the girl. It wasn't nice to stare, but she did. One green. One blue. They both stared at Wendy like she was an intruder invading a sacred land. She didn't speak and seemed to pull her skinny jean clad legs tighter to her chest to keep the front of the sketch pad from peering eyes. There was no real answer.

<SavanahHolland> She says in a quiet whisper that echoed against the walls of art that danced around her like a waltz of colors. Moving her head to look into all the art that had been splattered against the walls like devine murder. "This is beautiful." she says, not really to anyone, the tender awe still sparkling in her eyes.

<LipstickThespian> It snaps in her head as Katlyn watches the girl look at the art she had pinned in the small space. She drops her sketch pad to the ground and shifts to her knees as she starts to tear the art off the wall around her. Ripping the sheets, leaving pieces stuck to scotch tape behind. It was a flurry of quiet dissent.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy briefly blinks, then donning a worried expression, moving her hand to lightly touch the girl's shoulder, but quickly recoiling for fear of her snapping at her. She mumbles out, as the spark of awe dies down "P-please don't remove it! I'm sorry.." she says somewhat apologetically, only now knowing she had ruined the girls silence in her own art.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn barely acknowledges the touch as she finishes pulling the last piece off the wall and starts at her courier bag. Ripping it open to start to stuff the pieces that, for most, would be worth a frame, into the satchel. As she finishes up she scrambles to find her sketch pad and bring it off the floor. The exposed picture visible for the entire struggle, a lovely piece of a gorgeous summer garden scene with a few forlorn lovers in a struggle of quite erotic nature done expertly in colored pencil. She stumbles a bit as she realizes it was in view and slips back into a sit against the wall as she shields it in her lap.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy takes a deep breath, stepping back only to sit down on the floor indian style, staring at the girl that had not yet even spoken a whisper. She says a little sadly "That art.. on your notepad was pretty.. I'm sorry for bothing you." she bites her lip softly, looking slightly down but looking up to catch glances of the mysterious girl.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn watches her, the mixed eyes staring at her with an uncertainty and reservation. She doesn't move much, easing into her spot against the wall. Her black hoodie shifting with the motion and falling around her, the soft brown locks of hair scratchy from lack of care around her face. She is, familiar? Like Wendy has seen her in a class, maybe in the back of the room. She doesn't look new, well, new to Wendy. She stays quiet and watches her.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy watches back with some of her own found reservation from ruining the girl's small paradise. She says a little shaken, though she moves past that to at least seem nice "I"m Wendy." she offers her hand hoping the girl will shake it.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn watches the hand, but eventually after shifting her body from the comfort of the wall she reached over to give a quick soft handshake. Her other hand gripping her sketchpad tightly before she falls back to the wall and pins herself against it. She reaches to her hoodie and turns the inside of it, to show a white patch sewn on the inside with the name 'KATLYN' written in sharpie block letters.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy smiles as she shakes the hand that was offered, giving the girl a firm handshake that was cut off too soon, but Wendy didn't seem to mind. She says with a even brighter smile "Nice to meet you Katlyn" she then pauses for a moment, her expression and actiosn going back into slight reserve "Can.. Can you speak..?"

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn isn't exactly keeping it a secret, she shakes her head a quick no. Before reaching up to push some of the hair away from her face and tuck it aside. As if set off by the thought, she brushes a hand along the choker on her neck before sending it to search the floor and pick up one of the lost pencils at her side.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy looks around for any loose pencils, hoping to help her with the ones she had lost. "Oh.. That's fine, I know someone that's blind.. though those are two different things." Wendy now takes on a little obvious nervousness, having by now ran out of things to talk about to the girl that cannot talk back.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn finishes finding the pencils around her, and takes any offered by the girl in the stairwell with her. She places them all in a pencil case next to her and keeps the same dark green she had started with before. At the comment on the bling girl and the difference of challenge, she smiles and a soundless laugh comes through her. She falls back on the wall and holds the tip of the pencil above the page, watching Wendy with butterflies of cursed social interaction.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy goes back into her criss cross sitting position, wishing to make more small talk but if Aiko had taught her anything, she was terrible at it. "A-are you new here..?"

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn shakes her head quickly, her pencil scratching at the front of her sketch pad in quick motions. She holds it up, the beautiful summer scene still there complete with forlorn lovers. On top of it in the same large industrial print that she has adopted as a casual handwriting for the moment, she has written out "WE HAVE HISTORY TOGETHER". It's easy to read, and the piece she has written it on is ruined by the writing on top. Or improved, depending on the art critic.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy nods, but blushes red in embarrassment of not knowing "I-I'm sorry.. I don't usually pay attention in class so that might be why.." she comments to herself "I should really get a tutor.."

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn pulls the sketch pad back down, writing again. She's switched pencils to something a dark purple. When she pulls it up to show Wendy she has framed the words around the two people making love in the garden, keeping them in tact as either a statement or a joke. "I AM NOT GOOD IN THAT CLASS. SORRY."

<SavanahHolland> Wendy opens her mouth "I-I wasn't.." she pauses letting out a deep breath "Sorry.." she lets out a soft laugh

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn smiles. It's a simple smile full of understanding and knowing the pains associated with her little oddities all too well. She flips over the page to another and starts to write, when she shows Wendy it's only a few pencil sketches of roman architecture she's covered. "YOU DON'T HAVE TO TALK TO ME. I AM BORING." She has written the word BORING in an elaborate string of flowers blossoming. It was quick, she took almost no time to sketch it out and show it to Wendy.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy looks to the paper that was presented with the message written on it, blinking for a brief moment then shaking her head "No, you're not boring.." she lets out another nervous laugh "I'm just really bad at talking about things.." This was proven by the fact that she had asked a blind girl what her favorite color was, twice.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn turns the sketchpad around and starts to write again, she flips it around to show Wendy. "SIT OVER HERE. TELL ME ABOUT YOUR NEW HAIRCUT" Next to the word haircut is a quick pencil sketch of Wendy, quick but wonderfully detailed and picture perfect. She reaches over and moves her courier bag and allows the small space next to her under the stairwell to Wendy.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy smiles actually quiet brightly despite her nervousness of not being able to hold a conversation. She then scoots to sit right next to Katlyn, moving her scarf finally down in full to reveal the rest of her mostly shrouded face. Her hand then going to twirl a longer peice of hair, though not by much, seeing as the twirl was hard to manage "I did it myself orginally.. but my f- girlfriend helped me.." she laughs again "I'm not very good with hair."

<LipstickThespian> "IT LOOKS NICE" Katlyn writes onto a new page. This one is blank, but not for long. It's easy for her to write quick answers in between the eratic and unpredictable motions of her pencils, the colors changing with the moment she is in. One hand picking them from the bag and the other drawing constantly. "COOL. LGBT PRIDE." Switching lines, "IT LOOKS ROUGH, GRUNGE LOOK." She proceeds to go back up and shade the words LGBT and pride in a rainbow. Shortly after drawing a quick sketch of two girls enthralled in some very non-christian activities.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy blushes a little seeing the compliments on her hair "T-thanks.." she then stares at the letters 'LGBT' not understanding what they meant but not asking and giving her a small laugh seeing the rainbow, and how nice each sketch looked. Wendy then looking in the next sketch of two girls certainly at it blushing a bright red.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn glances up and watches the girl's reactions, she quickly flips the page as the blush comes out. "SORRY." She goes on to start up on something more fun, a quick rendition of Wendy from the side with her hair in a more aggressive styling. She colors it in blue, a nice alt look. "YOU SHOULD DYE."

<SavanahHolland> Wendy shakes her head "N-no don't be sorry." she lets out yet another laugh taking more life as a giggle "I get embarrassed easily.." she then looks at the picture, taking on the same wondrous awe she had earlier, murmuring softly "Pretty."

<LipstickThespian> "DONT BE EMBARRASSED." Katlyn writes at the top of the page, going back to fill in the rest of Wendy's body. "we are all too fragile to be embarrassed over small things" she frames the words around Wendy's portrait in pencil. "i get embarrassed when i fall off my skateboard." She pencils around the side of the page before she goes to draw Wendy in a lovely summer dress, backless and short.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy lets more of a subtle pink stay on her face, though taking on a new meaning. Giving her a smile at her written words "Y-you're right.." she admits, then deciding to talk even more "So you ride skateboard?"

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn goes about adding some text to the top of the page. "SORTOF BADLY. YOU LOOK LIKE YOU HIKE." She goes down the bottom and gives Wendy as nice pair of sandals and starts to draw a field below her.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy makes a pleased hum at the pretty picture being drawn "I- I don't really hike.." she laughs

<LipstickThespian> "YOU SHOULD GO." Katlyn writes as she starts to shade in the Wendy on the page and the piece looks almost complete. She spends a little too much time on the contour of Wendy's face. "YOU REALLY NEED TO DYE."

<SavanahHolland> Wendy blinks for a moment, then taking on a disappointing expression with the girls first words, then looking confused "I- I should go?"

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn draws a quick line from HIKING to GO and smiles as she looks over to Wendy. She pulls the page from the sketch pad and holds it over to Wendy, letting go in the same motion to drop it in her direction. She pauses before she starts on the next page, "AM I KEEPING YOU?"

<SavanahHolland> Wendy nods slowly "Y-yeah.. Sorry I'm pretty.." she pauses for a moment "dense." she finishes off with a full laugh this time.

<LipstickThespian> Leaning over, Katlyn turns her sharpie around in her hand. She taps the end gently against Wendy's thigh a couple of times before she goes back to her pad. Turning it around she's written off to the side "SEEMS SOFT TO ME". She shifts on the floor so Wendy can better see the sketch pad in her lap and flips the page, she titles the piece in large bubble text "WE SHOULD GO HIKING". Below it she begins to draw two people, who quickly start to look familiar.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy lets out a giggle at the girl's joke, just glad she understood the joke at all at this point. Wendy blinks at the new message then takes on a bright smile "That actually sounds fun, do you hike a lot?" somehow she would manage to wiggle Akemi to join them, but it seemed rude to outright ask.

<LipstickThespian> As she starts to form a trail under the two girl's feet, she takes particular care to a bush of flowers off to their side. She shakes her head no in answer to the question, her skin isn't pale but she isn't exactly the most sun soaked person in the world. In between the quick lines on the paper that seem to flow with little effort, she steals quick looks at Wendy.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy watches the girl at work, her smile growing with each moment she drew. She comments quietly, hoping not to break any focus the girl might have had "You're really good.."

<LipstickThespian> With a soundless laugh, Katlyn smiles at the compliment. The scene itself is coming together quite nicely, a mixture of sharp colors and fine lines. She's gone through an entire black sharpie today, run it dry, and is on her second. "IM OK" she writes at the bottom of the paper.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy stares at the picture done by Katlyn with the same awe she had earlier, when she says this Wendy puffs her cheeks slightly "No! You're really good!"

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn is quicker to respond now, "REMBRANT = GOOD" "KATLYN = OK". Then underneath she quickly adds "WENDY = NICE". She looks over at Wendy with a smile on her face before she goes back to the drawing.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy finds a small pink on her face from the flattery of Katlyn, smiling a little bigger "Well I think you're more than okay." Wendy continues to watch, her eyes tracing each mark that Katlyn made.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn finishes the scene of the two hiking by placing their hands together, the sharpie Wendy and Katie walking through a nice summer scene together. It's quick as she starts to erratically run a black sharpie over the two characters to hide them from prying eyes. After they are hap hazardly covered she writes off to the side, "sorry". She only pauses on it a bit before flipping the page over, she hates idle hands and awkward moments.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy blinks for a moment seeing the picture ruined, then blinks more at Katlyn "W-why are you sorry?" to Wendy, messing up your own picture was hardly a reason to apologize.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn draws an arrow on the page to herself, writing above it "AWKWARD TEENAGE GIRL". There's a small humorous smile on her face, but it's quite apparent she is suddenly feeling very anxious about the air in the small space the two are sharing.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy lets out a small laugh, with very subtle hints of nervousness, where is Akemi the goddess of holding a coversation at? She says, more of a comment really "I know that feeling.."

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn then adds another arrow from the statement to point at Wendy. Her smile turns into a bit of a teasing one, but her hand holds her sharpie like she's not sure what to draw next. She pens, "sorry. i am bad at conversation. i dont usually talk much."

<SavanahHolland> Wendy wiggles a little in her seat on the ground briefly "It's okay.. I'm bad at it too.. I can go if you want?"

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn rolls her shoulders in a quick act of indecisiveness. Her hand is a little quicker in it's answer and more clear. "want to hear my guitar?" The question mark trails off down the page as she waits for an answer, she begins to make spirals on the page.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy blinks for a moment, she gets a even bigger grin than before if that's even possible, nodding quickly "Y- you play guitar?"

<LipstickThespian> She tries to hide the excitement, it was a little early to fire her big rounds but Katlyn was desperate in the corner Wendy had put her in. "ya" she writes on the page before she starts to pick her things up. Pens and markers in her bag, and a quick motion to stand up away from the crevice of the stairwell to stand straight.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy quickly stumbles up with help of the wall, giving Katlyn another nervous smile and stretching briefly "That's awesome.." she says quietly

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn tries to hide her pride, a sort of bubbly excitement in her as she grabs the handrail and turns to head up stairs. Sketch pad tucked under her arm as she heads up to find her room tucked away in the same dorm hallway that Wendy has lived in since she came here. To a room she's never seen anyone come in or out of.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy blinks her eyes, wishing she could ask if Katlyn was a ninja the way she had never seen her exit her room before, especially with the way Akemi detailed them. But found again it would be rude, and not wanting to get on the mute girl's badside "Is this your room?"

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn looks over to her as she slips a key from her hoodie and unlocks her door, slipping into the room without a real solid answer. She leaves it cracked just enough for Wendy to enter after and waits to close it behind her.

<SavanahHolland> Wendy pushes the door a little more, sliding it and keeping it mostly cracked before quietly shutting the door. Stepping to stand in the middle of the room and looking around.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn's room is… Well, she's going through a few different phases. The walls are completely covered with posters of bands you've probably never heard of, paintings and drawings of a whole world of things, and pictures tacked throughout of herself and memorable experiences. It's a shrine to the world through her artist's eye, she doesn't throw much away, just ruins it and recreates it. Her bed is shoved under the window and is covered in half completely works of art and supplies. In the corner with her desk, which is now just a pile of half used paint tubes and canvases, are a few bean bags she must have gotten in town. Laying next to them, is a well used black guitar with far too many stickers on it. This is where Katlyn lands, on the floor next to it.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy blinks for a moment, taking in the room of a artist, she had heard from another student who now seemed faceless that your dorm room was a reflection of yourself, perhaps it was true? She then moves to plop her down in one of the empty beanbags, focusing a eye on Katlyn the entire time.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn flips her pad open and finds a page that she has haphazardly left blank. She writes on it and slides the sketchpad over to Wendy to read, "sing along if you want". Pulling the guitar over into her lap, she digs a pick out of her hoodie's pocket and strums a chord just to make sure she's holding it. She taps it against the wood of the body four times to get a beat, before she starts to strum the guitar in what amounts to a hipster's profession of attraction. As made through the vibrations and sounds of a worn guitar, in her bedroom, to the short haired girl. Or maybe she's just sharing music. ( ~)

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy moves her knees out, holding on to them still sitting on the beanbag, then moving to sit the bottom of her neck to rest on her knees. Watching each movement of the pick and Katlyn's fingers. Humming quietly along and stumbling a little before getting the idea and letting out soft giggles between each hum.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn watches her hands move along the guitar for the first few measures, it's a natural movement for her. No real reserve in performing, just never really having the opportunity to do so since she came here. Eventually she looks up to watch Wendy, her smile settling as she watches the girl invest herself into the sound and the art. Eventually she comes to a rest and stills the guitar, if only for a second, before she starts into another calm piece. The acoustics in her room are choice, as she will tell you.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy continues to hum even into the new song, the stumbling more apparent at the beginning much like the first song Katlyn had gone through, she says quietly as if she didn't want to interrupt the girl at work "You're really good at this kinda thing.."

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn lowers her head to look at the guitar at the compliment. She didn't want it, it seems, as she goes back to running her fingers along the neck of the guitar. Eventually the second song comes to a close and she lets the last of the sound sit in the air as she looks back up at Wendy, expectantly. For what? You couldn't tell by her multi-colored eyes, or the way she is biting her lip. Wait, she's biting her lip, just the same way Wendy might do as an idle fidget. It's a little too perfect of a rendition.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy continues to stare at the girl with a bright smile, then moving to give her own knees a squeeze followed by a giggle seeing the lip bite she does. "I used to be able to play okay guitar when I was really young.. but certainly not compared to that.. how long have you been playing?"

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn shifts in her spot after she hears about the girl's history, turning the guitar to offer it to Wendy. Sadly, her hands are full and she can not answer the other question for the moment.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy takes the guitar smiling a little more nervously, letting out the softest giggle and holding on to it like she remembered, taking a pick and then saying "I'm a little rusty.." she then moves to start playing, and its obvious that she hadn't done it for years, humming the supposed lyrics outloud. (

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn watches her start, and listens to it for a moment. It's nice to hear the sound of her own guitar through another artist. After a few seconds however she gets onto her knees and shuffles over in front of Wendy, placing a hand on her shoulder and tugging it a bit. Her other hand making a turning motion and pointing out into the room, trying to get her back away from the wall.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy does as told, her guitar playing certainly starting to lack from her movement, coming to a brief stop, just to see what she plans to do.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn kneels behind Wendy, moving her arms around her to rest on the guitar. As well as Wendy's hands, her fingers mimicing Wendy's for a brief second. Slowly she starts to move them and adjust them, and she starts to strum with the girl. Quickly trying to pick up where they lost, guiding her when she gets off key or strays too far. It's not perfect, but she tries to at least make the piece of art a little more filled with the mass appeal of sounding nice.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy smiles a little more, the faintest blush coming on with the girls help, working in tandem to make the little song coming from the guitar sound much nicer, you could even possibly hear Wendy starting to sing the actual song instead of humming the lyrics, her voice quiet and taking the deeper notes in stride, though doing fine on the higher ones. Obviously average at most.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn follows her through the notes and listens to her, leaning her head forward to rest next to Wendy's so she can watch the guitar and listen to her singing. As the notes begin to leave and the piece has run it's course, she stays. If it were up to her, in that moment, they would be a statue in her gallery for just a minute longer.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy lets Katlyn stay, not minding at all besides the blush that of course Wendy would wear in the moment, lowering the guitar but still holding to it as the room quiets down. Wendy smiles for a moment "This was fun.." she says quietly

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn nods her head, her hair and cheek brushing a little against Wendy's. She plucks a string twice, as if to say something in response but like always, failing to find the right words. The eyes around the room watch, and Katlyn can only feel unwanted.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy moves a head to rise above her own hand, to then pat Katlyn on the head, it doesn't seem condescending it any way, more of a gesture of friendship or something of the sort "I'm glad to have met you." she giggles "You seem really nice."

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn feels the pat and her object of obsession's dismissal of her entire armory of artistic art. She smiles, but it's obviously more a performance piece than a genuine creation. One of her hands brushes Wendy's lingering hand off the guitar in front of the two of them and she takes it. The song she plays is one of melodramatic pity, bittersweet and resonate with the angst apparent in her work. ( )

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy closes her eyes, listening to the pretty song that Katlyn played much better than Wendy had ever hoped to sound on the guitar, but a obvious appreciation for being able to hear some of Katlyn's work on the guitar, even finding herself humming softly through the room of no voices, seemingly fitting in the company of Katlyn.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn draws the song out, turning it into a jumbled mess of sorrow filled measures and long plucks on the strings. Her head now fully resting against Wendy's cheek as she closes her eyes and just tries to find some joy in her pitiful life of a nobody. Her green eye sparks an energy into the old acoustic guitar, a soft glow coming from the guitar as she plucks it. Realities tear, as she pulls them with her music.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy moves her hand again to wrap around Katlyn's head feebly, just something comforting even if Wendy didn't know she would need it. Her eyes opening to then focus on the faint glow of the guitar, her eyes going wide though saying nothing.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn lets the hand touch her, and pulls it along on a journey into another actual song. The light on the strings soft but noticeable in her dark den of a room. As she starts into it, she plucks the strings a little more firm. With each tug a small firefly slips out and starts to flutter into the air of the room. It's a quick song, some plucks pulling a soft flower out of the floorboards to hand around them. The fireflies float around the room and give it light, the room's light dimming in response. All around them are a small bed of flowers and a cloud of fireflies lighting up their night. Katlyn is silent, but singing into Wendy's ear. ( )

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy closes her eyes again, though for a brief moment before closing them, moving a hand that wasn't being used for Katlyn to touch a flower that had come from the floor, her touch ginger as not to ruin something as fragile as she knew some flowers were. The room alight with the soft glow of fireflies around them and a calming feeling coming over her, having not felt something as peaceful as this in sunnybrook for what felt like the longest time.

<LipstickThespian> The flower is soft, as if made from a malleable fog. It dissipates at Wendy's touch and dissappears. Katlyn takes a breath as she finishes the song, her throat sore from the painful song. Opening her eyes she looks up above her, a hand coming off the neck of the guitar to brush across the side of Wendy's head. Running through the hair and giving it a gentle tug to turn it to the ceiling. Above them is no ceiling, but a star filled night sky with no end. The colorful brightness of the cosmos and the playful flickers of the lightning bugs around. She doesn't move her head against from laying against Wendy's. She isn't sure which reality she's in.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy's eyes widen ever so slightly, opening her mouth in the same soft childish expression of wonder she had worn so many times around this girl. Taking in some short breaths just trying to take it in but only finding herself lost in the wonder of this girl's creation. Some silken words flow through Wendy's lips as if she didn't mean to let it pass but it did and she didn't seem to regret it "Beautiful.." she moves her hand to hold Katlyn's head a little more, but the hold still soft and faintly firm if anything.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn lowers the guitar into Wendy's hand and just tries to find a purpose in the stars above. It's futile, she can't escape her mediocrity as a performer. The stars above faded away into same boring plain white ceiling above. The fireflies turn out one by one until they're gone, and the soft mist of the flowers falling to the floor escapes through the ground. They're back in the same stuffy, crowded dorm room. Pulling away from Wendy, Katlyn sits back in a bean bag and grabs her sketch pad. She starts to write.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy takes a deep breath as her face moves to take on a softer expression, the room that was once alight with the brilliant colors of a galaxy now a normal room, stuffed to the brim with a artists work. Wendy turns her body around slowly to face Katlyn with the same softeness that had taken a liking to her own pale features. Watching the girl's hands work with skill writing out on the sketch pad.

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn turns the sketch pad, holding it in her lap so that Wendy can read. "please dont tell. im sorry. i shouldnt have. please go. please go. please go." For her hand writing this is more erratic and quick, her eyes darting between Wendy and the pad in her lap. If she could melt into the beanbag more, she might do it now.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy's eyes grow at Katlyn, reading the words on the pad and looking a little panicked at how the girl had reacted, what wasn't she supposed to tell? Wendy stumbling up slowly to look at her unsure but if Katlyn wanted her to leave she couldn't just stay there and question her, stumbling back even more to lean on the door "W-what am I not supposed t-to tell?" she says reaching for the door handle "I-I'm sorry..!"

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn pulls the sketchpad to her chest and watches the girl leave, glancing at the floor in between eye contact to make sure she can try and distance herself. Her face carries a worried expression and she seems to have settled into the bean bag chair for good. It's easier to not speak, sometimes, she's found.

<@SavanahHolland> Wendy shuts her eyes tight "I-I'm sorry.." she says quietly, then moving to pull open the door and shuffling out in haste, feeling depressed because Katlyn was so nice.. at this point she was hoping the girl wouldn't avoid her entirely, she didn't even know why..

<LipstickThespian> Katlyn sank down to the floor, next to her guitar, as she heard the door close. She set the sketch pad down next to her on the floor and started to dig under the bean bag chair behind her. The room was quiet, again. Pulling out a stack of self developed pictures she held them up over her head, the soft light of her desk lamp the only illumination. She starting to look through them again, the edges almost worn from looking at them. At one of the stores in town she had found a labeler, and each picture had a small black on white label. She'd read them as she looked. Wendy. Lucette. Akemi. Valentin. Rose. Aiko. Eira. Jace. So on and so forth, candid pictures taken from her window through a telescopic lens. They were her friends, Katlyn thought as she looked at a picture of Akemi walking through the courtyard. They were her friends.

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