by Violetta S. Lemurre » Sun Nov 27, 2011 7:27 pm
Kiarra didn't want to go anywhere yet, she had just gotten settled to the idea of being in this bar. Feeling like people might like you for who you are, that was a very calming feeling. Suddenly, her phone buzzed and she looked at it. There was a text from her mother, asking where she was and why she hadn't done her laundry. Kiarra growled at it, half tempted to throw her phone again. Her hackles were raised as she typed, 'Mind your own business. I'm out with friends...I'll wash my clothes when I get home.', she hit the send button and put her phone back in her pocket. "Parents.", she growled, her tail lashing back and forth rapidly behind her. "Actually I was trying to get a feel for this place, see if maybe I could make it my new escape from persecution.", she said to Alex, grinning.
((I gotta go soon...x.x;; ))