[h1][b][i][color=orange][center]Michelle "Shelly" Diggby[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=orange][b]Location[/b][/color]: Formal Sitting Room
[color=orange][b]Skills[/b][/color]: N/A
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Some group therapy this was turning out to be. The new contender squared up and Shelly rose out of her seat, but Shelly gaze remained fixed on the grappling ladies in the doorway. Shelly was right, things were getting out of hand but perhaps not because catgirls were bad touching people. The halfpint of Seventeen Magazine certainly up'd the ante again, unnecessarily, getting herself physically involved. She was all talk though, there was no way missy one meal was going to throw anything but her back trying. God she wound Shelly up something chronic, [color=orange][i]Thick skull?[/i][/color] If there weren't more important things taking place, Shelly'd give her nose a taste of how thick skulled she was but that was what made them different. 

It was one thing to accurately describe people in a way that if they could internalise would help them grow as a person, another thing to hurl meaningless insults like "bitch", another thing to grab someone by the arm and another to fling them out the window. Words were words, grabbing people was not on. You can't go round manhandling people like that.

The attacked woman reluctantly left the room with her agressor, it was tough to imagine at this point anyone disagreed with her for any reason but the obvious. She was an outsider, a stranger, and she challenged the natural order. Order. Perhaps the catgirl wasn't to blame for her animalistic tendancies, in a world where some people can change into animals and some can counjour glitter then it couldn't be possible to consider each other equals. The weak make flowers, the strong engage in harassment. And this is all they know, they're just so ingrained in the system abuse is the norm. 

With them out of the room, her focus relinquished. She was definitely the centre of attention and the only way that a fight was to break out is if she wanted it too. She looked up at the [color=orange][i]slutty toerag[/i][/color] dead in the eyes and sat back in the chair delicately, if Shelly had not concerned about people in another room, she'd have given her the trademark signature shit eating grin, but we weren't at peak smug just yet and so she'd have to do with the thoroughly unimpressed frown she'd had on since the snatching took place. Your move.

[color=CFFF5C]"...Now ain't that just plain rude,"[/color]

[color=orange][i]Oh my stars an' stripes! We couldn'a be havin' them naughty words bein' spoken, deary me, oh lordy. 'specially when chil'en were fightin' in ta halls! Fucking blow me huckleberry.[/i][/color]

[color=A41E45]"Sad day ta see mutants hatin' on each other though."[/color]

Ironic, Shelly wasn't the one threatening to throw anyone out windows or pulling people away from others. Shelly was not the bad gal here. These snowflakes were struggling already and they hadn't even heard the worst of it.

Finally the moment Shelly had been waiting for, Shitty Sibling was about to pontificate and she was all ears.

[color=Olive]"...she has better manners than you as well as a vocabulary..."[/color]

Vocabulary? They really did want to test her. Shelly made a mental note, this one deserved a chewing out the likes of which he had never heard, one that pressed every button, Shelly would play his nerves like a bloody violin and she was already getting the hang of the fingering.

[color=Olive]"...I should probably stop them, keeping the peace and everything..."[/color]

No surprise to Shelly, he really was a totally humourless personality vacuum. What was a surprise was how greasy and slippery his words were, the venomous way he barbed her. The way he slithered in his seat. [color=orange][i]There was a word for men like him, he was like a... now what did you call them? Oh yeah,

A cunt.[/i][/color]

However all of this posturing was a veiled admission of his mistake and this was enough from him for Shelly as the violence hadn't materialized. It was still tough to relax, despite 10 seconds having elapsed and not being on the patio the agression she was reading off the Bratz doll was still pretty intense and the "business" between Ginger and the catgirl hadn't been concluded, but she tried to give off the air she had, in further attempts to [color=olive]"keep the peace"[/color] as he so rightly put it.

[color=orange]"Apology accepted,"[/color] Shelly agreed, hesitating for a moment to prevent herself from inserting a well deserved, hilarious, but unproductive comment. [color=orange]"and while we're all formally introducing ourselves, I'm Michelle, and I too have a [i]penchant[/i] for card games."[/color]

[i]Shelly did not have a penchant for card games.[/i]