[center][color=#BE81F7][h3]Lola[/h3][/color][/center][hr][hr]	[color=#BE81F7]"Guh..."[/color] Stepped out of a shadow, into her room once more. Local shadow stepping was near instantaneous-- and she was quite thankful for it-- one could only take so much flacid insecurities of First Years before you had to come up for air. Her room was like her own little sanctuary-- it already felt warded against the world-- even with just her brief spell cast this morning. She could just... block out the world, and enjoy her coffee.

	She took a sip of the coffee in her hands, a souveneir from her trip to the cafeteria-- and it was all she could take before she let the cup drop, sinking into the shadow sea as it hit the floor. [color=#BE81F7]"Coffee hasn't gotten any better either."[/color] She shuddered, [color=#BE81F7]"You ask for black, they give you flavorless espresso..."[/color] 

	Voodoo gave a sad whir, within his golden tangle home.

	[color=#BE81F7]"It's cool bro-- I planned for this, actually."[/color] Lola snapped again, clearing space on her desk, the shadow above become like black water, and from the riptide, an object began to drip out, slowly, as if falling from stygian molasses.[hr][hr][center][color=#BE81F7][i][sub]Reno, Nevada. 8am. An hour or two ago.[/sub][/i][/color][/center]

	A woman with brilliant golden blonde hair, styled as if she never left the 80's, stands in her apartment. She's in her 40's, and enjoying a cigarette, and a cup of joe. 

	Suddenly, as if by dark magic, her coffee maker disappears, pot and all. As if drowning in it's own shadow.

	The woman blinks. [i]"God [i]DAMNIT,[/i] Dolores!!!"[/i][hr][hr]	[color=#BE81F7]"Love you too, Ma!"[/color] The void becomes solid shadow once again, as the coffee machine lands flatly on the desk. [color=#BE81F7]"Coolio..."[/color] Lola whispers... [color=#BE81F7]"Now I just gotta..."[/color]

	Voodoo whirs.

	[color=#BE81F7]"Yeah."[/color]

	Whirring continues.

	[color=#BE81F7]"Yeah, no I know."[/color] Lola, coffee machine in tow, makes her way to the door, and stops-- she smells the syrupy wafting of pancakes and can taste a sunny & annoying disposition in the air. She waits a moment, considering her options.

	Voodoo clicks, tilting his head.

	Lola tsks, her hair shifting to cover her scar once more, [color=#BE81F7]"I'm not scared you little shit, I just don't really want to deal with like..."[/color]

	Click, click.

	[color=#BE81F7]"No man, people are fine-- it's [i]preppy [/i]people I don't want to deal with."[/color]

	Whir, chirp, whir, whir. Voodoo hopped out of her hair and looked at her.

	[color=#BE81F7]"Fair point, shitbird."[/color] Lola sighed, opening the door to her room. Exposing, even so briefly, her sanctuary to the outside world, and more immediately, her roommates. Noting their eyes on her-- a pretty brown girl with a necklace that would make Flavor Flav blush, and a dude she recognized from last year as 'Om.' She preempted any greetings with, [color=#BE81F7]"Don't."[/color] She raises a hand at the pair, [color=#BE81F7]"Can't deal with character interaction yet. Haven't had my coffee."[/color] Slinking past them both, she began to set up her coffee maker in the kitchen.[hr][hr][i]Interactions:[/i] 	[@Saarebas]
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