Two Broke Girls

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[BCOLOR=transparent]Rakka Yuki Lapointe balanced the boxes that contained her every possession precariously as she made her way to her new room. In her short time at the academy, she had already cycled through an almost impressive number of roommates. She had moved so many times she barely unpacked anymore.Her father would have been furious if he’d known, but she was so far away that she didn’t need worry about that. It wasn’t like she’d done anything wrong. It was simply the fact that Rakka was hard to get along with, and was easily irritated by her all of her old roommate’s antics. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Now, though, Rakka was optimistic. She wasn’t going to leave this room, no matter what. It was her very last chance. She was hunkering down, and she was here to stay, no matter what. She couldn’t bear to move even just one more time.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]This was her last attempt. She absolutely hated living in the dorms, but it was the only way she would receive an allowance from her father. Spending money was something Rakka needed desperately, and so she was stuck in this position. If she attempted to move into an apartment, she’d only receive room and board, and have to get an actual job...[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]She shuddered at the thought.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Reaching the door to the room that was not hers, she looked at the door, taking in a deep, cold breath, and knocked politely. Although she technically owned half of the room, she felt it was only polite to knock the first time she came in.[/BCOLOR]
 

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Grinning to herself, Juliet wondered, as the knocks rang out, if she should even answer the door.

Hmm... She felt the need to consider it. Deeply. With many details. Deep ones.

Juliet hummed as she slowly, meticulously placed the finishing touches on her newest masterpiece, going over the options in her head. Option A, she could always answer the door and actually be decent to her roommate, but... Well, let's be real. She was a degenerate and damn proud, too - so option A was out. B, she could move to Switzerland (or just her own apartment), but she couldn't well mooch off the Academy from Switzerland (or her own apartment). Therefore, no option B, either. C? C was a repeat option - open the door, be her annoying self, and see how much her roommate would unpack before deciding to get another room change.

Option C was reoccurring as of late, and Juliet was never one for monotony.

So that left option D.

Continuing to hum a classical tune, Juliet quietly grabbed several of her various belongings - paintbrushes, tee shirts, underwear, the usual - and spread them across the other bed in the room. She also rolled back the blankets, clearly letting the bed look slept in, and placed a surprise condom beneath the pillow. What? It was like a little chocolate, just... Not as sweet!

Smiling at her 1-minute handiwork, Juliet nodded, then approached the door. Rather than opening it, she simply stared at it, face only inches away from where her new roomie's would be upon opening the door. She wore a wide, nearly manic smile, and the splotches of black and red paint across her face, paired with dramatically dark eye makeup, just completed the picture. Scary or not, Juliet was sure to surprise her newest unsuspecting (and probably uninteresting) roommate.

It was fine. They always got their own keys.

Ooh, Juliet wondered if she was about to set a record in her game, "How Long 'Til the Roomie Says 'Fuck It'?"
 

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As Rakka waited, and waited, and waited, she heard movement within the room. It sounded like a lot of stuff was being moved very quickly. Perhaps her new roommate had forgotten about her arrival and was frantically trying to get the room in order. She could sympathize with that. She waited patiently, allowing her ample time to make the place tidy, but... Still, even when the movement came to a halt, the door did not open. Perhaps she forgot.

Cautiously, Rakka turned the key in the door, slowly, so that her roommate would hear her coming and not freak out. Knowing this school, she might be liable to attack if Rakka made a sudden movement. Rakka stepped through quickly, turning so that she could fit her boxes through the door. As she did so, she failed to notice her roommate, who had been standing literally right in front of the door, until the very last moment.

If and when they collided, Juliet might feel as if she had just fell into a snowbank. Rakka's form hardened in response to the crash, though it would likely not be noticeable, as the only part of her body that would be visible would be her arms, which were covered by boxes.

In the ensuing chaos, Rakka would crash right into Juliet, causing them both to fall to the ground, and the contents of Rakka's boxes to be thrown across the room. Clothes, books, the occasional ice sculpture, and even Rakka's wallet, which spilled open to reveal her ID card and what little money she had left.

Rolling onto her back, Rakka barked out a curse and sat slowly up, looking at the mess she had made. In the chaos of the event, she'd hardly noticed the mess Juliet had made. Indeed, it looked as if Rakka had done this herself. For a brief moment, Rakka's face appeared as ice, before reverting very quickly as Rakka adjusted her scarf.

"Err... Sorry about that." Rakka muttered, as she got to her feet, looking at the other girl, who looked something like a clown. Unfazed, Rakka held out her hand to Juliet. "I'm Rakka. You, uh, have something on your face."
 

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As it turned out, Rakka never got the chance to speak after her items were tossed about the floor. This is not because Juliet spoke over her, nor because Rakka had been silenced by a look. No, this outcome was created by the simple fact that, upon their crashing, Rakka's lips pressed firmly into Juliet's and likewise.

Yeesh, this chick was cold!

Juliet shivered against the woman currently sitting atop her, pulling her lip away from Rakka's in order to offer a smiling smirk. "Well, hot damn," she grinned, "that's one way to make an entrance!" Juliet cackled, her eyes gleaming as she looked into Rakka's eyes.

Still lightly giggling, Juliet wiggled from beneath Rakka's body, jumping to a standing position. Rather than offering Rakka a hand up, Juliet instead began to inspect the newly-created mess of her - their? for now~ - room. Of course, a good part of it was hers... not because she was messy, but because that's how Juliet cleaned up for new arrivals. She didn't. Add to her own mess the jumbled boxes of her new roomie and they had quite a room to tidy up. "I'm kind of impressed," Juliet said, turning back to Rakka with a twinkling gaze, "most people aren't this forward - but you? You waltz in, kiss me and throw your shit everywhere. It's amazing. I'm going to have to step up my game."

Yes. If Juliet wanted to keep up her record of roomie-ditchings, she would have to do just that.
 

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Well, this was an unexpected turn of events. When she stepped into her new room, she had expected her roommate to be nowhere near the door, likely unable to hear her. Instead, she was, well... Uncomfortably close. This paired with Rakka's encumberment and inability to see was what led to the situation she was in right now.

Which, she supposed, wasn't half bad. She hadn't expected to be kissing an attractive girl when she stepped through the door, but she couldn't complain. Their faces were pressed firmly against each other, and Rakka was fairly sure the other girl was actively kissing back. Rakka remained there, frozen in a mix of terror and surprise, as well as the slightest bit of enjoyment.

When the other girl opened her mouth to speak, she felt a renewed sense of dread. Perhaps she was just being a bitch, but she intuitively did not like this girl. Rolling onto her back and slowly getting up, she shook her head vigorously, remembering her manners.
"I am so sorry, I didn't see you because of the boxes..." Rakka said, inspecting the mess she had created. It seemed as if she had knocked some of her roommate's stuff over too, because the whole room was in disarray. Rakka was far too flustered to notice that it was deliberate just yet.

She didn't seem all that bothered by it. In fact, the other girl seemed overjoyed at Rakka's less then standard arrival. Still, the girl shook her head, speaking almost frantically and apologetically.
"I swear, that was not on purpose." She spoke, quickly attempting to clean up her mess, not noticing her discarded wallet. "I really am sorry about that." She assured the other girl.

"Er... I'm Rakka, by the way." She added as an afterthought, looking up from the mess she was cleaning for a moment. "You might wanna wash up. I think I smeared your makeup." She added apologetically.
 

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Juliet merely giggled at the new girl's antics. She seemed so apologetic, so frenzied... Yeesh, didn't she have some pride? Juliet was sure she should have set off the woman's alarm bells by now, between the kiss, the room wreck and the smirk, but apparently not. This woman had to either have terrible social skills, or terrible instincts. And could she really not tell this was all a joke to Juliet? Add 'oblivious' to that list.

Then again, Juliet didn't care much for first impressions - of others, anyway. If she took them for face value, how ever would she get to a person's deepest, darkest dirt?

This set up? It might be fun, but first... First, this self-dubbed Rakka needed a lesson in degeneracy.

"Alright," Juliet began, holding up a finger as she tried to stifle her giggles, "lesson one: Never apologize to me, sweet Rakka. You'll regret doing that. As you'll soon learn (hell, I'm surprised you haven't yet), most of our future conflicts will be caused directly AND deliberately by yours truly. What I don't cause, I probably deserve, so stop that... modesty shit. It's like. Très inconfortable."

Juliet held up another finger. "Lesson two: Never ignore a kiss from a beautiful lady. I'm a catch, love. A terrible, disgusting, semi-horrific catch. At least take me on a date before you catch a kiss and run, yeah?"

A third finger, and Juliet's grin widened into a full smirk. "Lesson three," she began, and held up Rakka's wallet between her middle finger and her index, "Never - or, really, always - leave your wallet around. I take it as a free-for-all. You know. Free money, free food, free booze. Finders keepers."

She tossed the wallet back to Rakka, still smirking. "I'm Juliet, Juliet Cordelia Darlington. Princess, if you will. I'm genuine royalty."
 

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[BCOLOR=transparent]Juliet’s giggle both comforted and unnerved Rakka. On the up side, she wasn’t upset. ON the down side, she was quite off-putting, and unnerved Rakka. It appeared that her new roommate wanted to lay down some ground rules…. Some rather strange ones, at that. As her roommate was speaking, Rakka finally had time to take a good look at her new room, and… It wasn’t all that pleasant. In fact, it was a giant fucking mess. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]The first rule taught Rakka all she would likely need to know about her roommate. It appeared she’d been granted the roommate from hell. Perhaps this was her penance to pay for being so picky about roommates. The brief bit of french used by her roommate annoyed Rakka, as Juliet seemed like the type of girl that liked to speak the language just to seem sophisticated. [/BCOLOR]
[BCOLOR=transparent]”L'enfer, c'est les autres.” Rakka sighed, muttering under her breath, figuring her roommate would not understand her either way.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Snatching back her wallet, Rakka appeared to be a shade redder then one would imagine, which was quite surprising given her natural complexion. She didn’t dignify most of her roommate’s ramblings with a response, instead just looking over her shoulder annoyedly. ”I’m pretty sure that violates a lot of dorm rules, and a few laws. But if that’s how we’re playing things, I’ll lay down some ground rules of my own. Firstly, I didn’t make this mess, and you’re gonna clean your shit up right now so I can move in” She demanded, gathering her stuff back up and stuffing it into the boxes. [/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]Lifting her hand, she created a line of solid ice down the middle of the room. ”Since it seems you don’t get the whole ‘Boundries” thing, this..." She said, gesturing to the half of the room that was designated as hers. ”...Is my house. You ain't the queen bitch here, Your Majesty, I am. And if I ever catch you stealing my stuff, I will not hesitate to freeze you solid.” She quipped, icy malice in her voice, which was slipping into her native french accent due to her emotional state, as the temperature of the room seemed to drop suddenly. She wanted bitch Rakka, well, she had just summoned the beast herself.[/BCOLOR]

[BCOLOR=transparent]”Any questions?” Rakka asked, returning to her original tone of voice, though it was undeniably false in demeanor.[/BCOLOR]
 

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Hmm. Juliet supposed that display was supposed to be intimidating, but... Well. Naaaah. Instead of really hearing whatever it was Rakka was saying, Juliet instead inspected the ice. It was so pretty! So cool - even in narration, she was a filthy punner. Smiling cheekily, she walked over to the line of ice, planted both feet upon it, and returned her attention to Rakka. So much for ground rules ((HA)).

"Damn, chick," Juliet said, rocking on the balls of her feet, "cold shoulder already! Is this how you act after every hot make-out session? Ruuuuude."

Eyes glittering at Rakka's accent, Juliet switched entirely into fluent french.

Juliet twirled off the ice wall, now firmly in "Rakka's" side of the room. "I do have a question, actually. See, about that "stealing" thing. If I see something of yours, and I want it, that's fine, right? Just so long as I want it more than you. Like, that's fair, yeah?" She rocked again on the heels of her feet.

"Oh, yeah. I'm only doing this because I really do value cleanliness." Smile broadening, Juliet began collecting a few of her clothing items from the room. The condom remained beneath Rakka's pillow. "If you leave filthy shit around, I'll probably burn it, not gunna lie."

Once she had a nice armful of fishnet leggings, short-shirts and various undergarments in hand, she set them on her bed in a neat little pile. "Soooo... Rakka. You had nice rules and all, but here's the thing. This? This is my room." Juliet turned to look Rakka in the eye, cheeky smile reduced to a slight grin and a tense challenge in her eyes. "Not one roommate has lasted here for longer than a week, and I've gone to this Academy for years. Judging by your quite blatant dislike for me, I'd say you'll be ready to ditch... three days, tops. You want to stick around longer? Be my guest. But, despite your beliefs..." She switched into English again, voice dropping as her gold eyes flashed into red-amber. "...You're standing in my home, and I've never been one for hospitality."
 

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As Juliet planted her feet on the ice defiantly, Rakka’s fists were clenched tightly at the side, and suddenly, the ice at her feet would suddenly rise, slant, and become very slippery, effectively making an attempt at tripping Juliet. Rakka did not like her roommate thus far.

”We weren’t making out! You basically headbutted me!” Rakka cried indignantly, her cheeks returning to a pale red. Juliet switching to french threw Rakka for a loop, and it showed on her face. She had not expected Juliet to speak her native tongue… Or, at least, one of them.

”Maji ka yo... She muttered in disbelief. Now switching to French, Rakka felt strangely like she was at home again, with everybody arguing in three different languages at once. ”I don’t care if you speak french, you’re not taking my things!” Rakka shouted in annoyance, a wary hand falling back to her side to guard her luggage. ”If you want things like mine so badly, go out and buy them for yourself. I’ve worked hard to get here, and I’m not letting some smug little brat ruin it for me!” She practically screamed. A sore spot had been hit. That much was clear.

”You’re not in a position to be making demands, acting all high and mighty to me after you left this place a fucking disaster!” She continued, her pulse quickening. Though it was normally quite slow, Rakka’s heart was now beating comparatively rapidly.

The two’s eyes would meet as Juliet challenged her, her glee at the situation clear. What kind of psychopath had Rakka been roomed with? ”Ittai zentai kimi wa dare nanda?” She muttered once again under her breath, changing language without thinking about it.

”No…” Rakka muttered dangerously, what appeared to be killing intent crossing her face. ”You don’t know a thing about me, bitch.” Rakka said, putting emphasis on the last word, stepping to the side, into her side of the room, and raising her hand, causing a wall of ice to rise between them, effectively dividing the room in two. The door, thankfully, swung outside, so was not blocked.

”I’m not going anywhere.” She muttered coldly as she began unpacking, setting her bedding onto her bed, neatly folded, and filling her drawers with clothes.
 
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