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Date Posted: 18:21:49 07/25/01 Wed
Author: Regan Amienda, Caemlyn C'Airah (Amea)
Subject: **jumps in with both feet**

OOC: Being slightly new to Kiyonis, just hit me with a Frisbee if I make up things that aren't there. ^_^ I can take it, honest. ...Oh, and my intros are always long and cheesy. I get carried away. ^^;; Apologies.

"What do you mean I can't get in if I don't have any ID?" Regan Amienda looked uneasily at the door attendant.
"Just what it sounds like, foxy." The doorman, a sleazy, pot-bellied human took a deep pull of his cigar and blew the smoke into the face of the anthro vixen that stood there, eyeing her up and down. Regan was tall and thinly built, with long legs and a trim figure that the doorman couldn't ignore. She was dressed in a fashionable pair of boot-cut black leather pants and a tight white shirt, over which she wore a dusty, well-travelled black leather double-button coat, almost trenchcoat-esque although decidedly fashionable. Her short black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she pushed her sunglasses up onto the top of her head, looking worried.
"But I'm supposed to meet someone here," she whined.
"Nothing doing," said the doorman. "If you don't have anything to prove that you are who you say you are, you don't get in. This is a bad neighborhood, an' we don't let just anyone into the apartments."
"Rock Bottom," murmured Regan, scuffing at the trash in the doorway with one boot. "Look, I'm just supposed to meet a friend. If you'd go fetch her or something, it'd be a lot easier on both of us. Can't you just... buzz up to her room or something?"
"Which room?" The doorman wasn't looking at her face. Down a bit.
"Two-oh-six," said Regan, her patience waning.
"Miz C'Airah?" The doorman intoned, his finger depressing a button somewhere behind the door frame. He waited for a reply, and obviously got one, although it was too garbled for Regan to make out. "Are you waitin' for a... Regan Amienda? A purty vixen-gal?"
The way he looked at her was enough to make Regan grind her teeth together. She wasn't used to morons like this, thank you. But if she really was going to stay away from her parents' home in the Gardens, she'd better get used to folk like these.
"She says come on up," the doorman admitted grudgingly, stepping aside a bit.
Regan brushed past him before he could even finish hollering after her, "What're you doing tonight?" and ran up the stairs. Apartment number 206 was on the left at the top of the stairs, and she didn't have to knock. Caemlyn C'Airah was already at the top, waiting for her.
Caemlyn was an anthro wildcat, one of the few other furries that Regan had ever met, considering her Gardens upbringing.
"Heyas, Regan!" Caemlyn said energetically, giving her friend a big hug. Though she was by far more gushy of the two by far, Caemlyn was someone who could be depended on. Even to share an apartment. "My house -- ah, apartment -- is your apartment," she said, standing back and indicating the rooms beyond her overdramatically. She was dressed in her usual bubbly way -- a tight white tank-top and light blue cloud-camo pants. Her dark blonde hair hung layered around her face, her big blue eyes smiling out, glad to see her friend.
Regan flopped down on a leather couch and surveyed her surroundings. Modest, but not dilapidated. "You live here... alone? And you're... safe?" Regan's thoughts turned back to the dirty doorman.
Caemlyn laughed and shrugged. "I have some good friends that live around me," she said, tapping on the wall to her left. "The dude next door's a big Star drug dealer, and he's like a dad to me. He'd never let any of the thugs upstairs around me. Remarkably clean and neat for a dealer, too... seems like someone's white-collar father rather than someone involved in the black market. He watches out for me -- you can't even get to my room without going past his, and his guard dog's alert 24-7. It's fine."
Regan nodded seriously, looking around her once more.
Caemlyn studied her friend seriously, wondering if she would be ready for life in the lower side of town. The wildcat had managed to keep her sweet disposition after a few years in the "slums" alone, but it was only because she knew enough tricks and had made enough friends to keep herself afloat. ...Would Regan have the same luck? If I have anything to say about it, she will, thought Caemlyn. I don't know what the people down at the cybercafes'll think, though... The thought suddenly struck her, and she berated herself mentally. I promised Bruce I'd be at the cafe near the Church tonight at midnight, she remembered. Guess Regan'll just have to go with me, and get her induction into my life REAL fast...

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