Disclaimer: No characters from PB are mine, but Nightshade is.
Nightshade couldn't believe it, she was finally free. She blinked repeatedly, the contacts she had in were killing her eyes, but she needed to disguise them. Today was a special day, her free day as she liked to think and they quickly kicked her ass to the curb. She really didn't understand it though; she was convicted of Grand Larceny and Breaking and Entering, she didn't care to understand, maybe they had their hands full with other problems. The cab dropped her off in front of her new apartment, which somehow the Slam arranged for her to have, and she grimaced. The place was awful looking, rundown and there was a man passed out on the front steps.
Sighing, she paid the driver and stepped out of the cab. The driver speed off, leaving her alone on the street.
"Welcome to my new life," thought Shade.
She walked past the man on the steps trying not to gag at the pungent smell of alcohol, trying the front door it swung open easily. Digging into the front pocket of her jeans, she unfolded a piece of paper and read the instructions that told her that apartment five was hers. She had to walk up two flights of stairs, her stomach churning the whole way. The walls were painted with a pale green that would normally be soothing, but the paint was peeling and every now and then there were spots of red dotted along the wall.
Groaning inward she had a feeling that she was being set up, but wasn't totally convinced yet. "Great one hell hole for another," thought Shade. She made it to a door marked with her "magical" number on it and pulled a key from the same front pocket. Trying not to tremble, she put the key in the lock.
Suddenly there were hands wrapped around Shade's waist, frightened and angry that someone would touch her, she spun around to face the drunk that was on the front steps. He tried to paw at her and touched one of her breasts. Angry, she shoved the man backward and he landed with a thud on his butt.
"Don't touch me." Shade warmed the man. Shaking the drunk crawled on his hands and knees down the hall.
Turning back to the door she grabbed the knob and turned it easily. Holding her head high she entered.