A Rooster's Call.

[IVY CLAIRE VINCRETTE]

It was.... what time in the morn? Oh god damnit. What was with teh roosters round here?! Arrghh.. Stupid roosters. Worse than an alarm clock they are. The dawn light cast shadows into my room, as i lay on the bed. My brown hair lay all over my pillow. The light blue sheets and teal blue comforter rested comfortably against my sides. The room was decorated carefully, as if someone took real effort into making it look nice. Half of it was a light blue color, with a few things hanging off the ceiling. The other half, well other than bein unoccupied for now... It seemed quite silly. White walls, a comfortable mattress and a few other essential things.

Anyways, getting up out of bed was a bit of a deal to me. And the rooster kept cawing until the sun came up. Fact was, it was only.. say. four in the morn. Yeah. Not exactly the most comfortable time to wake up. But I still did, the dawn was turning to early morning. And getting out of my silk pajamas, I got into something a bit more comfortable. The dorm was warm, like the building itself. Getting up, I looked round my room. Making my bed easily, I let out a sigh. The days were getting shorter, and snow was falling outside. I decided to sit at my desk opening my new gateway laptop from meh parents.

It was nice, the skin was cool looking. I had music blaring throughout the room, and the window. It was melancholic, as was my clothes currently. A black long sleeved fleece, flare jeans, a blue necklace, and some newly broken in shoes. It payed off to have a semi-rich family behind your back half the time. I leaned back in the wooden chair. My back pressing smoothly against the frame. My eyes were shut to the outter world as I was absorbed into music. It was a day were I wanted to pretend I was in the forest, walking through it.

The sun kept on rising, and a sliver of golden sun split through the windows. I lazily covered my eyes, exhausted from being up to early in the morn. I did stay up fairly late last night too, watching a movie. But still, I looked across at the other side of the room again. Who was my roommate to be?

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[ASTRID KOAL VUITTAN]

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Shit... she thought, eyeing the dorm building that was to be her home. It was bigger than anything she had ever lived in. The brick was classic, the building bare for the most part, but it was colossal. Silver eyes scanned the grounds, spotting a few trees along the walkway she had come down, and a few on the side of the building. Huffing her backpack onto her other shoulder, she stood only one more moment before approaching the glass doors and swinging them open.

The inside was just as huge... with off-white walls and linoleum floor, it sort of reminded Astrid of a school... which made sense. Her black flip-flips made slapping noises as she walked towards a map posted on the wall of the building. Glancing down at the manilla-colored slip of paper in her hand, she scanned the map again in search of Room 303. Finding its location, and quickly memorizing the route to get there, Az made her way towards the elevator that would lead to the third floor, the sliding doors closing behind her with a ping! sound.

She had chosen to go casual today... the rest of her clothes in the backpack on her shoulder and in a suitcase that they said was already by the door. Her long, platinum blonde hair was pulled up in an artfully messy ponytail, the hot pink streak giving her that touch of punk that she always loved. Her shirt was just a simple gray tank top, and her pants were a pair of faded jeans with holes all in them. Running her eyes over herself in the mirrored door of the elevators, she reached in her pocket and skillfully pulled out a cig. She didn't smoke much, but she was nervous as hell. She was going from living in the woods, to living in a dorm. From living alone, isolated from other shifters, to sharing grounds with hundreds. It was a shell shocking experience for her.

Pulling out her cheap-o lighter and clicking it a few times, she waited for the elevator to land on her floor. Lighting the end, she took a long drag and held it a moment before blowing the smoke into the elevator. She was finished with it before the elevator made that arrival ping! sound again, and she stepped out, taking herself in the direction of her room.

There... Room 303... she thought as she glanced at those three golden digits on the outside of the door. She reached down to grab the small suitcase that held all her belongings - damn those guys delivered quick - and lifted her hand to gingerly knock on the door. It was pretty early, and Az had been told that her key was inside the room on a hook, so she couldn't just let herself in. Hopefully her roomie wasn't a bitch or something. There wasn't room in this dorm for two.

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There was clicking. Like the annoying noise that you heard when you were trying to get back to sleep. Turning around in my small swivel chair, I looked to the door. Hooks on the other side of the room held a small pair of bronze keys. Walking over to them with a lazy strut, I looked them over carefully. Taking my time with it all. Looking back over towards the door and the clicking, I walked over. Putting my hand firmly on the other side of the door, this was either room service or my new roomy. Hopefully it was room service.

Turning the door knob easily, I pulled open the door. And the first thing that came to mind was the color of her eyes. I put my free thumb into my pocket, blinked once or twice and looked the girl over. Noticing a suit case and a back pack. With simple words, I said, "Oi. Welcome to room 303." My voice was bland as I noticed her hair. A pink streak? What the hell? Is she like rebellious or something? Moving to my side of the room, I let the girl have more passage way. Sitting down on my bed, I watched her with careful-fox eyes. The mattress was pretty sucky, tis why my granma got me a foam covering. Now it feels like a small cloud. Not wanting this to be an awkward silence, I asked, "What's your name and where'd yah come from stranger?" My accent tended to get in the way, and having a british australian one made it a bit worse. True to the book I didn't mind, but it got slightly annoying after a while.

My eyes blinked, the amber brown outside of the pupil shone from the sunlight. I wasn't one of them stuck up preppy bitches that acted like they were queen round here. Hell like I would, I hated them. I was practically an outsider, not an insider. I liked my flow and my style, I didn't like gossip and if anything I hated the preps who acted like idiots for laughs.

I closed my eyes briefly, listening for an answer. Getting up again, I sat down on my small swivel chair. Clicking on some bittersweet music and plugging in my headphones. Putting the two small black things into my ears, I closed my eyes briefly before watching the girl again. She must have said her name and I hadn't heard it. Ah well. It was to early in the morn for me. Maybe a hike out in the woods would be nicer... Taking out my ear plugs after a few songs, I turned off my laptop. Turning my ears to her with visible attention. Course, body language could always be controlled.

My body language was loose, careless, and relaxing. Her's... I couldn't read to well. Probably because I didn't know her to well. Tilting my head slightly, I said easily and practically blandly.. "Seen any good lookin guys? Ones that aren't stuck up and tend to act idiotic? If you see any, tell me." It wasn't meant to be a pun. But I felt pretty bored right now. The rooster kept cawing and it was annoying the hell out of me. If I was an anime character, I'd probably have one of those plus things on my forhead.

Standing up and walkin towards the window, I opened it. Looking to a rooster on a balcony near by. "Shut it will yah!? Some of us want some sleep!!" Yeah. Cranky me also equals easily pissed off me. The rooster finally quieted down after I yelled at it. And closing the shutters, I turned around and looked to the girl again. Sitting on my bed like before.

"I forgot, I'm Ivy Vincrette. Just call me Vye though. Kay?"

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[ASTRID KOAL VUITTAN]

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Astrid heard movement inside the room, and shifted her weight onto her other foot. Then, the soft clicking of the door knob sounded, and she was facing her new room mate. She noticed that the girl, whatever the hell her name was, took longer than necessary when looking at Astrid’s eyes. Whatever, silver was a weird color. Didn’t matter to her if the girl wanted to stare. The other female took a quick lazy inventory of her, and then greeted Astrid with accented words. Is that Australian? It seemed to be a mix of something, but Az let it go, nodding a greeting. That was one thing about Az, here. She hated introductions because, frankly, she sucked at them. When she moved, Astrid took a step inside the room and tossed her backpack gingerly onto what was apparently her bed.

Damn... that girl must be loaded... she thought as she gazed at the other side of the room. Az didn’t have shit on this girl... well, where material things were concerned. Her panther side seemed to be working in full swing. Instead of being her typical shy self, Astrid was acting like her prideful pantheress side. It shone in Astrid’s demeanor, the way she held herself while she stood there, looking the girl over. She seemed... what’s the word? Astrid couldn’t conjure up the right word currently... but the girl seemed to think she was pretty smart. That could mean one of two things. A) She actually was smart, and would get along fine with Astrid, or B) she was a stuck-up bitch and would constantly butt heads with Astrid’s panther side. Either one, at this point, wouldn’t concern Az one bit.

She inquired something else of Astrid, and silver eyes shifted towards the other female. She hadn’t caught what she had said, because a bored sense had taken her over. The other girl put her headphones in... so maybe she hadn’t asked a question after all. Didn’t matter to Astrid. Turning her silver eyes back to her things, she took out a nice Dell laptop. It had been a present from one of the wealthier foster homes... that was the good part about being abandoned; at least sometimes you could land a wealthy family to take you in for a few months. Astrid had milked them for what they were worth... she got a good laptop and some nice clothes before they kicked her ass right back to the orphanage. Of course, that had been when she was twelve, and all the clothes had become too short for her to wear anymore. Pity.

Once done unpacking all the necessary things for the notebook computer, she felt the girl shift her attention back. Turning around, Astrid sat gently on her bed, not even making it shift much under her weight. She was concealing her thoughts, making sure her posture was acceptable. It was completely clear, her expression unreadable. Again she spoke, asking about hott guys, and Az gave a single chuckle. "Yes, but not here. I’ve seen enough for everyone in this goddamn building," Astrid mused. It would be a miracle if the poor girl even understood what she had said. Astrid had a Russian accent, and it flowed through her speech in a lovely way that made you want to stop what you were doing and listen to her.

A rooster made its morning noises, and the other girl shot up and towards the window. She started screaming at her, and Astrid watched her get this determined set of her shoulders before she sat back down. Wow... she was kindof a spaz. Then she introduced herself... Vye, she wanted to be called... and Astrid tilted her head once again in that silent greeting. "Yo. I'm Astrid. Looks like we're to be roomies. So... what's your shift?" It was a bit forward, but whatever. Astrid didn't have time for floofy introductions, and frankly, if the pantheress was to live in the same quarters as this girl, she would have to know how their animal shapes might clash.

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[IVY CLAIRE VINCRETTE]

First thing I noticed bout the girl, it was that she has an accent. It was a very pretty one too. Glancing over to the dell laptop, I let out a soft whistle. "Nice piece O' machinery there." I said, my mouth curling over the words with the two mixing accents. The way I spoke made me seem like quite the tough girl, and being a fox... It didn't really suit me. Combing my hair with a sweep of my hand, I yawned. Stretching my feet and toes the way I could. With a roomie, I couldn't dance around anymore. It was already fairly cramped enough, so what could I do now?

I smirked at her answer, formal introductions didn't seem to be her kind of thing from what I've observed thus far. She seemed to be quite the nice kid, and I smirked. Her russian accent was pretty, it definitely suited her. I calmly examined the girl, from what she said thus far, her name was Astrid. Astrid... What kind of name was that? Sounded like my granma's name. Keeping these thoughts to myself, I smirked. "Nice to meet yah Astrid. I'm Ivy Vincrette. Just call me Vye though." Having the name's exchanged, I settled back into my swerving chair. It was comfortable, thanks to granma.

"Oh, I shift into a fox. What about you?" Gazing her up and down again, the way she acted was like a feline. Finicky and unpredictable. A fox wasn't good with big cats in a way, seeing as if she was a canine... I'm fairly sure we would get along fine. Regardless of the shifts, but stretching boredly. I said, "Glad we don't have school, but it's kinda boring now a days to just sit around and have nothing to do. Makes the whole, 'environment' setting seem quite cheesy." I was prepared to droll on and on aimlessly about it, not really feeling like having a decent conversation.

"Forget what I said, You got any family? Or did they just dump you off, like they did me?" My tale wasn't exciting, and frankly, I still wished to go to more adventurous worlds. Never really being content with the every day droll of life. Hell, before becoming a shifter, I would be absorbed into manga's and wonder why none of it was real. Being a shifter sort of defied the laws of natural life, and if anything being a human and transforming into a shifter didn't seem natural to me whatsoever.

Finally done thinking about it, I waited for Astrid's reply. Lest she replied already...

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Az heard her approval of her laptop. So, the girl could recognize class, eh? Yeah... it just so happened to be the only thing about Astrid that spoke of 'class'. Astrid was a street girl, through and through. She would take hard drugs and prostitution over foster homes any day, and so she had. And what a life it had been. This girl most likely didn't know half of what Az knew about the streets. Hell, the girl had probabaly never even been on the 'bad side' of town. And here Astrid was, the reason there was a 'bad side' of town in the first place. Tsk tsk. This girl would have to be educated in the ways of the streets if she was to be this pantheress' roomie. "Yeah... it was a... a gift," she explained, not wanting to get into that shit about foster homes just yet.

Astrid suppressed a snicker as the girl introduced herself... again. Astrid wasn't one for introductions personally, you could keep all that flowery 'how do you do's to yourself, thanks so much. She didn't bother saying her name again, because she knew the girl had heard it the first time, and Astrid didn't want to come off as a dumbass for introducing herself two times in less than a five minute period. So she just nodded.

Then, the girl stated her shift. Great... a canine. Astrid mentally laughed though. A fox? Alright then, no big deal. The pantheress could handle a fox, easy peasy. Size does matter when it comes to muscle mass, and claw length. Looking the girl over, as she seemed to be doing to Astrid, she could see it now. The way she held herself... the way she had that 'I know more than you' sneer, oh yeah. That girl had fox written all over her. Too bad they would clash. Well... too bad for her anyway. "A black panther," she answered, a smirk placed on her face. She had that feline grace about her now, that unpredictable fierce gaze. Astrid practically screamed 'sleek black feline' if you thought about it. After all, she was the same in her human form. Sleek, smart, sensual, and just as lethal.

School... now wasn't that a topic to pull out of the closet. "I don't really know much about school. Never really stayed in one for long." It was the truth, too. The longest period Astrid spent in a school was during her 'rich foster family' stage. And the only reason she put up with them because they were loaded to the nines, and the private school they had Astrid attending was a hotspot for drugs and various other paraphenalia. Not to mention, the guys were total studs. That was a major bonus for the pantheress inside Astrid. Teenage boys, all the way up to men in their late twenties... she didn't descriminate too badly on age. She had always liked men better though... around twenty six or so... simply for the experience. Sex was like wine... it had to age a little before it got good.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, Az heard her dish about her family dumping her. Well, it seems at least they had enough sense to dump her in the right place. A house with lots of cash. "Mum's dead. No siblings. Pop decided he didn't wanna deal with me, so he dropped me at a home. That's basically it." She didn't feel like getting into specifics, like how she had never known either of her parents, or how she had been outcasted in the orphenage becuase she refused to let anyone get close. No friends, no family... just the animal inside her to keep her company. That was how she had chosen to live. The way she was most comfortable living. Keep everyone at an arms distance, and push them off when they get too close. Yep... that's how to do it.

Az looked out the window, pleased to hear no more obnoxious rooster sounds. She sat herself on the edge of her bed, leaving her tiny suitcase unpacked for now. She could get that shit out when Vye wasn't around. All that was in it was some clothes, a couple CD's, and a comforter that she had stolen on her way to the school. Being a cat made illegal things easier than they should have any right to be. It was so easy, it wasn't even fun anymore. "So... who else lives in this uh... place. And who's in charge?" Once again, that accent slipped through every word. Apparently this girl had one too, which meant she might actually comprehend what Az was saying.

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'A black leopard. Ode to joy. Another one of them snitches.'

That's what went through Vye's head, her eyes growing accustomed to the now very obvious feline-grace. A canine and a feline did NOT mix, and frankly if anything the girl wished to be a wolf. Or something with a bit more power than a fox, which ran away all the time. But that was what she was good at doing. An ipod ear phone hung out of one ear, dropping against her shirt. It really applied to this school what you shifted into, prey was devoured. Easy as that, and this girl had no respect for any prey shifters. Those that changed into birds would get bullied and tricked, perhaps a few things would disappear from their backpacks. It was life like that baby, nothing was fair no more.

Though, Az seemed like a kinda of "underground" girl. And those were the kinds of people you didn't want to get down with, Vye had learned that from close experience. Staring off through the window while the leopardess was talking, this vixen looked down at her ipod self-conciously as it switched to another song. If the other wanted to rub off some "underground logic" on her, then it wouldn't work. She's seen plenty enough of the underground world for a brief moment back home. That wasn't a world she wanted, no she wanted to make a new world with a group of wild friends. Like back home, in Oregon.

Letting out a small sigh, she leaned back on her computer chair. The music had switched to the song "Smother Me" by the Used. Briefly, Vye remembered Chase. But after that day... Casting aside the thought, she looked to Az. Knowing fully well that the girl knew as well as she did that a fox was no match for a leopard. Soft brown hair fell against her shoulder with no resistance on the fox's part.

First impressions, oh god. Don't get me started on how much Ivy hates them. She always knew that they could start off a relationship as good or bad, but either way it didn't really matter much. Casting a brief glance over at Az, she got up and sat down on her bed. Falling backwards with her feet hanging off the edge, her bed was comfortable and not made. The songs she liked were all melancholic, and having taken the Ipod off the charger a few minutes ago Vye had also turned her laptop off. Letting out a relaxed sigh, she closed her eyes briefly. Sure, the fox was being oddly quiet, but she didn't have much to say nor think about.

"Canine's and Feline's don't mix." She whispered quietly, it was true too. So far, she had a bad first impression from all the cats. But, Vye has always proven them wrong. So don't try to pick up a fight, she'll kick you back to the ground as quickly as you stood up in a fury.

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