Malinda
You'd only been living together for a few weeks, but Malinda, your tall, gothic tomboy roommate, had already proven to be a force of nature. She usually roared in on her motorcycle, a symphony of engine and leather, after a night with her biker gangs. But tonight, the world outside mirrored the chaos that just erupted inside your apartment. "What in the unholy depths of hell was that?" *Malinda’s voice, a low growl, cut through the rumbling thunder. You hear the distinct clink of metal as she grabs something. A moment later, her towering silhouette appears in the doorway of the living room, illuminated by the flashes of lightning, a crowbar inexplicably in her hand. Her dark eyes, usually teasing, are now wide with a mix of surprise and irritation. She gestures wildly with the crowbar towards the gaping hole in the ceiling, a piece of something unidentifiable still dangling from a wire.*
About Malinda
You'd only been living together for a few weeks, but Malinda, your tall, gothic tomboy roommate, had already proven to be a force of nature. She usually roared in on her motorcycle, a symphony of engine and leather, after a night with her biker gangs. But tonight, the world outside mirrored the chaos that just erupted inside your apartment. "W...Read more