Duci absently rubbed at the band of pale skin around her throat, still surprised each time to find it barren. She had been wandering for days now, eating scraps from garbage bins and benevolent passerby. It was shock. The blonde found it impossible to figure out what to do with herself. It was like being abandoned had made her feet how to function. It wasn't until she caught a glimpse of herself in a window that she stopped in her tracks to inspect her reflection with a stricken gasp of shock. A layer of soot and grime made her appear several shades darker than she really was and her hair could have been mistaken for a bird's nest.
"I look disgusting," she declared. A passing stranger agreed none-too-kindly. Pursing her lips, she scowled at the back of the person until they were out of sight.
Unable to remember the way to her penthouse, she took turns and got stuck in many dead-end alleyways before finding it at long last. She may not have had her keycard, but she still had her looks. Buzzing herself in, the keypad recognized her thumbprint and allowed her access to the office.
A new manager had been hired and they jumped three feet in the air upon turning to greet her. "Hell—AHH! What in the heavens happened to you, Duci?" Alonso inquired with a raised brow.
"Long story," she smiled tiredly, graciously accepting the new keycard. "You're a peach." Winking coquettishly, she headed off to her home.
She paused in front of the door, staring at it distastefully as she thought about her face-twin occupying the home and stealing her life. "It was *my* life first," she shook a fist at the door like a petulant child before letting herself in.
At least it was kept almost exactly as she'd left it. Breathing in, she closed her eyes and remembered the moment she bought it. Her reminiscing was cut short, however, as Mez came bounding noisy through the penthouse and knocked her flat on her tush. A dulcet twinkle of laughter echoed in the empty place.
"Hello Mez, I missed you, too," Duci crooned, wrapping her arms around the polar bear and kissing her muzzle. After hanging out on the floor for a while and cuddling with Mez, she finally helped herself to a nice shower and a nap.
When she awoke, night had fallen and she helped herself to an outfit. A gorgeous pink dress had been carefully chosen so that her only remaining sign of servitude could be hidden.
Watch out Rhy'din...Trouble's on the loose.
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"I look disgusting," she declared. A passing stranger agreed none-too-kindly. Pursing her lips, she scowled at the back of the person until they were out of sight.
Unable to remember the way to her penthouse, she took turns and got stuck in many dead-end alleyways before finding it at long last. She may not have had her keycard, but she still had her looks. Buzzing herself in, the keypad recognized her thumbprint and allowed her access to the office.
A new manager had been hired and they jumped three feet in the air upon turning to greet her. "Hell—AHH! What in the heavens happened to you, Duci?" Alonso inquired with a raised brow.
"Long story," she smiled tiredly, graciously accepting the new keycard. "You're a peach." Winking coquettishly, she headed off to her home.
She paused in front of the door, staring at it distastefully as she thought about her face-twin occupying the home and stealing her life. "It was *my* life first," she shook a fist at the door like a petulant child before letting herself in.
At least it was kept almost exactly as she'd left it. Breathing in, she closed her eyes and remembered the moment she bought it. Her reminiscing was cut short, however, as Mez came bounding noisy through the penthouse and knocked her flat on her tush. A dulcet twinkle of laughter echoed in the empty place.
"Hello Mez, I missed you, too," Duci crooned, wrapping her arms around the polar bear and kissing her muzzle. After hanging out on the floor for a while and cuddling with Mez, she finally helped herself to a nice shower and a nap.
When she awoke, night had fallen and she helped herself to an outfit. A gorgeous pink dress had been carefully chosen so that her only remaining sign of servitude could be hidden.
Watch out Rhy'din...Trouble's on the loose.
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