<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 frowned for a moment as she looked around the empty room.  It was clear that someone else lived in here, but whoever it was wasn't here at the moment.  She supposed that she should be grateful for that since it would give her a chance to really look around.  But, of course, as soon as she had that thought, the door behind her opened and when she turned to look, she saw a dark haired young women who was clearly coming back from the gym.  Either that, or she just really liked wearing tight gym clothes around, Medusa wasn't really going to judge.  She took an instinctive step back as the two girls looked at each other for a moment, Medusa deciding to let the other girl make the first move since she had been here longer and this was technically her territory for now.<br/><br/>And make the first move the girl did as she was clearly trying to be friendly, offering her name and her hand as well.  She even cracked a small joke that caused Medusa's lips to quirk upward just a little bit before they settled back down into a more neutral expression as she took the situation in.  She could ignore the hand, but if she did that would create a bunch of unneeded tension and while she was fine with that on the streets where she could disappear without much difficulty, it would make this particular situation, which she couldn't get away from, much much more complicated.  And besides, Kitty seemed like a nice sort for now and Medusa was reminded that she did have to get along in order to get along around here.<br/><br/>That in mind, she reached out and took the offered hand for a brief, but firm, handshake before letting it go.<strong>"I'm Abigail,"</strong>she said,<strong>"But everyone just calls me Medusa most of the time."</strong>She smiled lightly, knowing that that would cause a few questions since that wasn't a typical nickname for a person to have.<strong>"And don't worry, you smell fine as far as I can tell,"</strong>she said,<strong>"The gym, huh?  I can't say that I've ever been to one.  Not to work out, at least."</strong>A quickly look would allow Kitty to notice that Medusa was a very lean girl who didn't seem to have a lot of meat on her frame, a side effect of spending most of her life on the streets where food was sometimes a bit on the scarce side.<br/><br/>Deciding that it felt awkward to be standing there a few feet from each other like that, Medusa went and sat down on the edge of her bed, crossing her legs comfortably and leaning back on her elbows, a hint if midriff revealing itself as her shirt rode upwards just a bit.<strong>"So how long had you been here?"</strong>she asked, trying to avoid things getting awkward even if she wasn't overly concerned about the answer,<strong>"And how'd you end up here?  Did you come voluntarily, or were you brought here?"</strong>Admittedly, she was basically asking for the girl's story, but that was what street kids did, or at least that's what her street kids had done.  It was how they figured out if someone could be trusted or not.  After all, if you couldn't tell the truth about your past, then what could you tell the truth about?