[center][h3][color=FF407E]Rebel[/color][/h3][/center]

Rebel stood watching the other tenants, hoping she was a late bloomer of a superhero and the power of invisibility would be granted to her. She half wished that demonic cat creature from that one anime would appear and offer her a contract. It'd totally be worth losing her soul, even though she was sure not even a little alien being would want such a corrupted concept.

The onion watched as if she were a cameraman recording a documentary on "normal' humans interacting. Although she hoped it was those documentaries that didn't show the behind the scenes where the lion would maul one of their own.

It appeared that the crowd was beginning to disperse, some more horrifyingly louder than others. That being the obvious sound of the original scream of terror she had heard earlier, him running back to scream in his own apartment. She was thankful not to be his next door neighbor. Speaking of neighbors, one decided to speak to her.

[i][color=FF407E]And here comes the mauling.[/color][/i] Rebel thought despite Brown, as he had introduced, seemed to be one of the friendly ones. Either that or he was hiding his true self, probably already thinking of a way to murder her if her pounding heart full of fear didn't kill itself first.

Rebel froze, wondering if he was talking to her, despite holding a hand out to her as well making eye contact. [i][color=FF407E]Benefit of the doubt, right? [/color][/i] She looked away, pretending to not have noticed him, eyes wondering until she spotted of course the butt doodle that all the world could see. Her eyes widened, looking back to Maurice, then back to the drawing. Before she could think rationally and not so obviously, Rebel dove for the picture, stuffing it in her mouth despite the possibilities of suffering from ink poisoning. A distinct [b]clink[/b] of her key slipping out of her pocket and landing on the floor would probably be the closest thing to a guardian angel Rebel was ever going to get. 

Rebel slipped in and out of site all in a clumsy and rude fashion, much unlike the smooth ninja like way she thought she had. Of course leaving the poor polite person met with the front of her shut door.

[color=FF407E]"That could have gone worse," [/color] the introverted artist coughed out after she pulled out the page of art from her mouth. Tongue dyed mostly black from the ink, she went to clean her mouth out, this not being the first time she's come to force herself to eat her work and flee the scene all in one go.