--Kitten's Den-- [Enter] at your own risk

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~Reserved for memorabilia etc~  

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Kitten walked into the room at the end of the hall, brushing her ever changing hair back with a free hand as she totted her bags past the rotting door and into her new home with the other. She could be quite the packmule when given a chance and this was an exillent chance to spread out and claim her space. With one strong heave she chucked her bags onto her new bed and flopped onto it, resting her upper body on her elbows and taking in the view of her new room. "Some posters are going to need to be put up around here." she muttered to herself, her head nodding her head absently before getting up and going to check out her new study mates.

Your eyes can't help but take in the new girls outfit and over all apperence. About her eyes were designs drawn with black eyeliner, lips painted an eerie red. If she ever allowed you to get close enough to her, you would see the red was not lipstick, but blood. A beautiful dress of red and black hung about a body that was neither thin nor chubby.

The over all appearance of the girl is of a doll gone wrong. Petty coats cause the dress to blossom about her thighs and white frill hems the bottom. Fishnet hose go to her thighs, just below where the dress ends so you can see cream white skin. Black heels lace up to below her knee, giving her a little extra height. Nick-nacks here and there can be seen. A single lip ring rests in the middle of her pouty lower lip, and a necklace of stainless silver is woven about her neck.  

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It had taken her several days, but she had finally completed her task and finished decorating her room. She had painted her own walls, moved around all of the furniture and completed other small necessities.

Upon the door into her room she had hung a small tarnished silver sign. Sitting on the corner of this small territorial symbol sat a miniature steel imp, it's blank yellow eyes staring out into space or at whoever is close to it's gaze. Kitten had scratched into the face of the sign "Kitten's Den. Enter at own risk"

Taking that risk you reach your hand out for the door knob but quickly withdraw it as the knob growls at you and a small mouth with sharp teeth becomes apparent upon its face. As it bares its teeth at you, you realize there's going to be trouble getting in this way and you look around for a different knob or another way to enter the room, or even the possibility of not entering at all.  

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As your eyes travel around the area they stop on the mini imp once more, its once sitting figure is now standing on the edge of the sign and hunched over a small object "I've got it, I've got it. I've got the key for you," it says in a raspy but laughing voice. Holding your hand out the imp puts the small key in your hand and begins to instruct you on how to work it.

"You must...you must listen to me. It will eat you it will!" Trembling with laughter and anxiousness he hands over the key and plops back into his sitting position, the sign swaying with the movement. "Turn it turn it twice. Stick it in and turn it twice! Must be exact must be! If you no listen you no live." With that the small creatures eyes glazed over and the smile was gone from his face. He had become only another collectors piece until the next visitor arrived.

Before you've even managed to get the door further than a crack open you are hit by the strong smell of incense. The smell isn't one most would recognize as Kitten made the mixtures on her own and rarely if ever revealed her secrets. The incense hung from the center of the ceiling from a very old looking dish that had a sort of demonic creature peeking it's small face over the edge. As your eyes settle upon the small creature it gave a muffled squeak and scrambled back away from the edge. It wouldn't be the last creature you'd see in Kitten's room.  

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It seemed as though after the younge one from the ceiling had disappeared it had scampered to find its friends and tell them of the new...bait...so to speak. Kitten's little critters were notorious for their mischief making back at Kitten's old home.

One small critter soon dared approach you, clutching an old, worn book under it's arm. At it's tallest, most stretched out point, the tiny thing's head could not reach the bottom of your knee. Even though according to humans his stature was small, his nick named had become Gigi [pronounced Gih-gee], a name that constantly taunted his ears from his peers teasing him and his larger than average stature.

"M...m....my book" the little thing stammored, his soft pink eyes glinting with the hint of swelling tears and his grubby little chin quivering, "Mymymymy book needs help..." Kneeling down you reach your hand out and rest it on the trembling child like creature's head full of unkept, unwashed and plain out unattractive green hair.  

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Suddenly another small critter comes burting through the door, wobbling unsteadily as it did so. "Kitten's mad," he quipped in a tone that could almost be called frantic. The creatures of the room went wild at his words, scrambing too and fro across the rooms. Some hid themselved in some of the multitude of books scattered around her room while others jumped into some of the empty bottles and jars lining one of the desks.

The desk the jars rested upon was obviously one of experimentation. It's surface was stained in blood and other unidentifiable substances while acid burn holes and scratches dig deep into the wood as if nails had been pulled across the surface. Two desk drawers resided upon the left half of the desk, but both were kept shut by thick iron chains. Either Kitten had secrets she didn't want known or some expiriment must have gone horribly wrong.  

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Bernak, the creature that had forwarned everone of Kitten's return, stood trembling in the middle of the room. His dark brown hair wasn't so neatly combed as usual and his dual coloured eyes darted around the room, trying to find the best place that he could hide.

The book shelves were always clamed by the wide-eyed ones, the desk in the corner property of the tall and skinny for they were the ones that fit best into the jars. Gigi had claimed the spot under the desk where the chair would be pushed into. Bernak really had no place left for him to go. Everything was either two small for him or the spot was already taken.

His eyes quickly darted to the bed where he could easily fit under, but his face fell in dismay as he discovered Kitten had decided not to use a bed frame and simply placed the matress upon the ground. Panicking as he heard Kitten's footsteps draw nearer he darted to hide in the crevice th e door would make when opened.  

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Kitten pushed open the door, ignoring the blathering of the yellow-eyed imp. She had created him and the door knob and she wasn't about to listen to his protests that she was doing it wrong. Feeling the door bounce back and hit her after it had hit Bernak she blinked and turned around, her hair whipping about her face before settling.

"Bernak!" she grouched as she closed the door with a soft click, trying her best not to lose her temper. She knew her creatures hid from her but she wished they wouldn't. "Where are the others Bernak?" Kitten closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose as she asked. She knew Bernak wouldn't tell her and she mentally prepared herself for it.

"They...they...the wide-eyes are hiding in your books and the long ones in the bottles and jars. I don't...don't know where the others are," he stammered, knowing that lying to Kitten would only make her upset.  

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