Unbenounced to the girl inside who was simply existing before she had to go to work. Penelope 'the Axe Murderer' Victors. She was well known in the area for her enchanting singing and neigh terrifying presence and courage. She was a very polarizing person to most, a lot of people liking her quite a bit while another camp despised her for understandable reasons. She was loud, occasionally obnoxious and unruly as all heck. She was not a girl to be trifled with.<br/><br/>She laid on her living room sofa in her panties and bra. They didn't even match each other. Her top had a hot dog running across her chest and her panties were covered with swords and shields. Penelope stretched along her couch, pushing along various candy wrappers and empty fast food wrappers and containers to the ground. That too was covered in even more food refuse. Though there was no left over food in any of them which helped keep everything from smelling<span style="font-style: italic">too</span>bad. The house itself was a small one person apartment, clearly with a tiny, four foot walkway with a closet that could barely open without hitting the opposing wall that lead into a three way split where left headed into the kitchen, which was shockingly clean with only a few dishes in the sink that had obviously been there only for a bit. Going forward lead to the living room with her couch, T.V and no less than nine consoles on the ground. On the wall is a picture of a large, muscular man with bright red hair. To the right seemed to be the bedroom and bathroom.<br/><br/>She quickly looked over as someone knocked on her door. She grumbles and stands moving over and opening it, not bothering to put on anything. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">What!?</span>" She says as she slams it open, her hair waving with the force of her anti-entrance. She stares at the two. "<span style="color: #FF00BF">What the ****?</span>" She squints as she looks at her guests, her voice act oddly cencoring itself as she swore.