<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/55/f4/c9/55f4c993936a081c06c333b46f2a63b1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Medusa (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>X-Mansion, outside her new room.<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 7th, Early Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kitty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12922243#msg12922243)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Meeting Her New Roommate<br/><hr/><br/>Medusa's eyes drifted to the closet door when Kitty mentioned she was allowed to borrow clothing until she got more of her own.  The offer was well received and she knew that she would go ahead and use that for a bit, at least just to see what sort of clothing Kitty had outside of work-out clothes.  But then the question was asked, the one that she knew was coming when she had mentioned that she wasn't allowed to leave at all without an escort.  It was probably not very common around here and anyone would want to know.  And Medusa was left with the question of how she wanted to handle it.  She could lie about it and make up some story, but Kitty would eventually find out the truth, she knew.  She could ignore or deflect the question, but that still meant that sooner or later, Kitty would find out and it might not come from her if that happened.  No, it was better if Medusa just told her and let Kitty decide how she wanted to feel for herself.<br/><br/><strong>"I was arrested,"</strong>she said honestly,<strong>"And if not for Charles stepping in, I'd be sitting in a prison cell right now with black-out lenses over my eyes to ensure that I couldn't use my powers on the guards."</strong>She paused for a moment as she moved to stand behind Kitty and looked at the screen.  She had never really done much on the internet, so Kitty would have to teach her how to figure stuff out.<strong>"One of my powers is that I can paralyze someone by looking them in the eye,"</strong>she said,<strong>"It only last a couple of hours, but it worked really well for my hustle.  I would......I would pretend to be a prostitute and let men pick me up.  Once we got to the hotel or whatever, I'd paralyze them and take their money.  It was a pretty good trick because the men couldn't exactly go to the police and tell them that a hooker stole their money when they tried to pick them up.  Then I got caught and here I am."</strong><br/><br/>She fell silent as she looked at Kitty, trying to gauge her reaction.  It wasn't every day that your new roommate admitted to using prostitution as a hustle to survive.  Of course, she hadn't let any of those guys touch her or anything, but still, to some girls just the idea of repulsive.  She hoped that Kitty wouldn't look down on her.  After all, you never knew how far you'd be willing to go when you needed to find a way to survive.  Then it hit her when she realized something else.<strong>"So, ummmm,"</strong>she started, unsure how to approach this,<strong>"How do the kids around here get money?  I have a little left that wasn't taken, but if I have to pay for alot of stuff, then it's not going to last me long.  Do we, like, get an allowance or are there jobs or something?"</strong>