<div style="text-align: center">《Sou》<br/>
Location: Dryden<br/>
Present: Kennedy, Bec, Diana <a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">Flannel King</a>​</div><br/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/true-sou-jpg.135039/" title="True Sou.jpg">
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</div>"Why would they want to see me?" Sou drew the collar of her shirt over her neck, hiding the bits of the tattoo that could still be seen. "I don't really know them. Him." She was not happy with this at all. Carla wasn't stylish by any means, but from what Sou remembered of Kennedy, he could be when it suited him. To have him see her, a star, so rough looking and without any makeup made her self-conscious.<br/><br/>She frowned at Diana's back when the woman walked to the doorway. For some reason she wasn't happy with this new event either, though Sou had a feeling it had more to do with her visitors than her guest. She was doubly sure when the woman's demeanor went from lemon-sour to maple-sweet in the time it took her to swing open the door. Sou watched as introductions were made and then watched as the door was shut.<br/><br/>Her thin brows pulled together. "Then let them<i>in</i>," she said, walking towards the woman and her door. "No one is going to care if your house is dirty. They won't gossip." She walked over to the couch and sat in the far corner, pulling her legs up against her chest and wrapping her arms around them. "Let them inside. I'm not ready to go out." Not now, possibly never.<br/><br/>Her breaths came in short, panicked gasps. She began to whimper, her eyes wide and her body preparing to scream. She wasn't sure if it was Diana's abhorrence of people in general (which didn't make sense, since she invited Sou to stay), or her aversion to Kennedy's preferences. She glanced around the room. "We eat cats, you know. If I get too upset because you sent me outside I might eat your cat."