[Alice has practically ran over some of her neighbors, clamoring back in her room and basically slamming her door and locking it. Sorry, Koyuki, Alice doesn't mean to startle you.

Is that blood on her hands? That's potentially getting all over the walls? Yes, it would be that. She's near tears because frankly, Alice is quite sick of this. In a slight fit of rage and stress, Alice takes her fists and pounds them against the walls, kicking her door. Better the door and the walls than her own body. She sinks down to the bottom of it with a great sigh, refraining from absolutely crying. She's not going to cry. She is certainly not afraid of that creeper. But between fires and someone startling her, Alice is not in a happy place right now. She's upset, she's shaking. The vorpal blade is out of her pocket, of course, speckled with blood and a good bruise on her face.

Alice wasn't looking for a fight, you guys, she really wasn't. And she knows there's a lot to explain here, but she hasn't been the most coherent the past few days. She didn't want any sort of fire, or panic on her hands. Too late for that.]

I don't want to be here.

[She says it through gritted teeth, her hands still on the vorpal blade, shaking.]

I didn't want to. I didn't want any of that!

[Is just all she can manage to get out of her shaky voice.]

[OOC; oh, before I forget this is a result of a bad encounter with no other than Pitch Black. Whoopsie.]

[Fiona is sitting at home, on her bed, hair tied back in a loose pony tail. She's wearing a simple T-shirt. Altogether, she looks casual, comfortable and like a real go-getter! What a coincidence, what with that being her intention and all.]

Hey! This is Sigyn house. [She moves the camera around, so it gets a good view of her room: clean, neat, organized.] I'm sick of living here anymore. But I need you [she points directly into the camera] to help me out.

I have enough saved up to rent out a place, but I need roommates. I'd prefer an actual house, but I'm good with apartments and condos, whatever. Anything that doesn't have those giant rats crawling around outside-- have you seen 'em? Pink, with the huge ears?-- in the walls is basically great.

I'm clean- [she lets the camera get a good look at the neat and orderly room around her again] and sane. You won't even have to see me too much, I work most of the day as a secretary. I don't have any infectious diseases, and I can mix drinks. Call me. Fiona Gallagher, Sigyn house.

[Still cheery, she waves at the camera, if a little... can waves be sarcastic? If so, this one was. And then, affecting a slightly more serious tone and posture, she says:] On a totally unrelated note, does anybody around here know anything about exorcisms, or demonic possession, that sort of thing? This is on school business, don't worry, my head's not gonna start spinning around. Gimme a head's up if you have any experience in that area; I might have a job for you. Just, y'know, contact me over the network, and watch out for any real big flights of stairs.