Disc: much as I want to be, I am neither small nor blacha. Don't sue me.

A New Home

"Boys," said Charles. "This is Trina, your new stylist." he gestured to a small girl standing next to him. Smaller than Pickles in height ,she had copper skin, silky black hair that reached down to her hips, big brown eyes, and a soft, kind face. She wore a black spaghetti strap top belly shirt, cargo-camo shorts, and her feet were bare. Physically, she looked younger than Toki, who had just turned 21. Emotionally, however, she looked older than Murderface, who was going on 35. A smile danced on the edges of her mouth as her eyes roamed over the band. "Of course," she said." there's no need to introduce you, I know who you are. I look forward to working for you!"

"Trina will be in charge of designing concerts, help apply make-up and making outfits for you to wear for concerts, those things. She'll need to spend time with you to know what to design to fit your personalities."

"We don't need a stylist," growled Nathan. "we were able to design our own clothing line, remember?"

"Oh, yeah," scoffed Trina. "I saw your last clothing line. I remember that all too well. That was supposed to be 'brutal'? You know what they looked like to me? SEX SLAVES! Look, if you don't like what I design, you can fire me, and I won't argue. Deal?"

Nathan muttered what sounded like surrender.

"Well, " said Charles. "Now that that's out of the way…"Charles turned to Trina. "I'm sorry, but your bedroom is not ready yet. We'll have your things-" he pointed to a lone box-"taken upstairs. Until your room is finished, you can sleep in the main room. This is your home, now. Boys, take her to the main room."

There was a noncommittal murmur of assent. Toki was the only one showing any form of enthusiasm.

****

Soon, they were all walking down the hall that led to the hot-tub room, and Toki had taken the opportunity to talk up a storm to Trina.

"Wowee, we nevers gets a new friend! Why yous gots so nots manys things? Alls yous things in 'dat box?"

"Yes," she replied." I don't have many possessions."

Soon, they were all in the main room. Trina's eyes widened at the grandeur of which they lived in.

****

An hour later of paying close attention to how they acted, all Trina learned was they acted -and were treated-like royalty. Images and ideas had started to form in her head, and she became less aware of her surroundings, until someone shoved a vodka bottle under her nose. Looking up, she saw it was Pickles, clearly drunk, and swaying precariously.

"Heere, "he slurred. "ya look like ya could use a drink."

Trina stood up and helped him lower himself onto the couch.

"No thank you," she said. "I think I know enough to know what to design. Can someone direct me to Charles's office?" Nathan barked at a passing Klokateer to take her. Trina was about to walk away, when she turned to face the band again. "Oh, yes," she said. "one more thing. What's the name of the album?"

Nathan gave her a feral grin and said," Let The Black Flames Destroy Them."

Trina's eyes sparkled and said, "Perfect."

As she walked away, they watched unanimously as she tied her long hair into two long ponytails that hung over her shoulders. And snaking up her back underneath her tank top, they saw intricate scars. Strange symbols and whip scars alike, they stood out, proud and angry looking. No one made a sound, except for Toki. He gasped and gingerly touched one of his own over his shirt.

A/N: "trina" pronounced "trih-nuh"

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