5109 West Avenue; Amber's 7th Floor Loft [open]

[Amber Dawn]

Standing outside her new home, looking up from the street at her 7th floor windows, she could not help but shake her head. Never had she thought she would be moving into this place so soon. But the money she made stripping at the club had proven to be more than she had expected. Sometimes it paid to have a body like hers she supposed.

Oh, you know it does. Those men cannot keep their eyes off of us when we are dancing. Just think, we keep this up and pretty soon we will be sitting pretty and loving it.

She could not help but smile at the voice in her head as it spoke. A soft laugh escaping her before she looked back down at the sidewalk beneath her sneakers.

Oh, I know. I know. Oh! We can buy more books too. Wouldn't that be great?

With that she giggled lightly to herself and then turned back to the moving van. Only a few more boxes and she would be done. She could not wait. Especially since she really wanted to get out of these jeans and put her skirt back on. She hated jeans, and only owned one pair, for the simple fact that when doing things like..oh...for example...moving...she got dirty and did not wish to ruin her good clothes. The voices would throw such a fit if that happened. Taking a deep breath she crawled into the back of the van and grabbed up a box of books from the small pile remaining. Stumbling a bit as her body adjusted to the added weight. Once she had steadied herself she stepped down from the van and turned to head into the apartment complex. Walking past the lower level units towards the large service elevator at the end of the hallway. Grunting lightly as she shifted the box to one arm, using the wall to help keep it up, she grabbed the strap to the doors and pulled them open.

Remind me why we could not hire somebody to do this for us? This is a pain. You know that right?

She rolled her eyes and shifted her weight once more, taking the box in both hands and moving into the elevator. With a heavy sigh she dropped the box onto the floor, a loud rattling thud following as it hit. Closing the doors to the elevator now, she pushed the button which gave her direct access to her loft.

Because we don't like people touching our stuff, and it would mean that we had to talk to somebody?

Once more speaking aloud to herself. She always did. Not like she cared what people thought of her. The words causing the voice to fall silent. Thankfully it was one of the more reasonable voices today and not the one that screamed when it did not get its way. Not something she wanted to deal with today. There was no way she could actually hire somebody, she hated people. Her shrink diagnosing her with anti-social disorder and social anxiety. The only time she did not suffer from it was when she was dancing. It seemed that the voices liked it too much to complain about the people around them. Not to mention the money was good, and if the voices wanted to have nice things then they had to at least let her work. As the elevator began to rise, felt that need starting within her once more. But for now she had too much to do and could not scratch that particular itch. Coming to a stop on the 7th floor, she once more reached out and opened up the double slatted doors. Giving herself access to her new home. With another heavy sigh she bent down and hefted up the box, groaning lightly at the weight and then backing out of the elevator.

Once inside she moved over to where the rest of her books were going. A large bookshelf covering one entire wall. It was already half-way full of books. Ones for educational purposes, ones for pleasure. She had something for every type of reader. But when one had as many different voices in their head as she did, you needed a wide variety of reading material. Taking a deep breath she set the box down next to the rest of the empty ones and then turned and headed for the couch. She needed to sit down for a bit. That burn inside her only continuing to increase with each passing moment. Upon reaching the couch, she fell back onto it. Next to her bed this had to be her favorite new piece of furniture. It was large, over-sized and black. What more could a girl want?

Reaching into the drawer of the end table, she grabbed out her razor, standing up enough to undo her pants and pull them down to her knees. Leaving her there in a her simple black lace boy cut underwear. Slowly she lowered herself back down to sit upon the couch. Her hand moving to drag the razor slowly across the inside of her thigh. A soft moan passing her lips as she felt that familiar sting of pain shoot through her body. The feel of her warm blood sliding down her flesh enough to cause her to shiver with delight. A few more and she would be good as new. Grabbing a towel off the floor she slipped it under her leg, not wishing to get the couch dirty or anything. Slowly she repeated the process over her thigh, letting that cold steel cut into her flesh. Bringing forth more of that lovely and addicting liquid. After she had placed four cuts into her flesh, she laid back, her hand dropping the razor back into the drawer as she closed her eyes. She remained that way for awhile, allowing the bleeding to stop. A content sigh passing her lips as she felt that burning need fade away.

Finally she pushed herself forward. Using the towel to wipe away the blood that had flowed freely over her flesh and then tossing it to the side.Letting it fall beside the couch. Knowing she would need it again later. Once more she pushed herself up to stand. Grabbing hold of her jeans and pulling them back up to her waist and buttoning them.

With a little shake of her head, she moved towards her bedroom area, a section of the loft which was sectioned off with a large white curtain. Pushing it aside, she moved over to her king size bed. Reaching down to grab the hair-tie she had left laying on her pillow and using it to pull back her shoulder length black hair into a loose ponytail.

Running her tongue over her lips and then turning to head back to the elevator. Making a mental note to go by the store some time this week and buy some darker paint colors for the walls in this place. White was just too happy a color for her. Stepping back into the elevator and shutting the doors, it did not take her long to be downstairs and headed outside once more. Pushing the doors to the apartment complex open and walking out onto the sidewalk. Just a few more trips and she would officially be moved in. Which was good. She had to work tonight.

[Amber Dawn]

Well, this was an interesting turn of events. She had just moved in. Hell, there were still boxes packed in the corner. And now, she was moving back out. Not that she was complaining about the reason why. Not at all. She was leaving her loft to move in with Master. That alone was enough to make her purr with happiness. She had never thought that moving here would work out so well for her. She had expected to move here, finish school and then get on with her life in some fashion or another. But things had definately not worked out that way had they? Nope. Now she found herself the property of Katsuri, her Master. Whom she adored above all others. She had never thought she would meet somebody who actually knew about the voices and everything else that was wrong with her and would think her normal. And not just that, he had claimed her as his own. She could not help but smile when she thought about it. Not to mention that the voices actually like him. They had always been the reason she stayed away from people. Never liking anyone she came in contact with. But they were just as attatched to Master as she was. Which only made things work out that much better. Now she could be his little pet and not have to worry about acting out. Granted she most likely would towards others, but that was not really a concern for her. Nobody else had talked to her since she had moved here. Sighing softly she continued to pack the box she had set in front of her. Looking about the loft and making a mental note of everything she had to get done. It was gonna be a lot of work, which the voices did not really care too much for. But all she had to do was remind them of where they were going and they fell silent. Taking out her cell she checked the time and then sighed softly. She needed to hurry up and get going. She wanted to be sure and be there when Master got home.