From Prideful Punks to Pampered Princesses (for Matisse)

[Jinchu]

Molly, Pam and Rebecca were tough girls, leaving their best lives as independent and cool free spirits. Or at least so they thought themselves. Most of teh people around them would call them brats, slobs or something worse.


Molly ran away from home at the age of 17, Pam ditched the private school and decided not to tell her parents as she was 16, and the 19-years old Rebecca just didn't want to go to college or find any real job, so her parents finally kicked her out. Together they were renting an appartment, paying for it with money they stole or earned in some short part-time job. Though mostly they just didn't pay at all untill they absolutely had too. The appartment was a mess, thanks to them. Sqashed beer cans, empty pizza boxes and such everythere, some odd stains on the walls (better not to think what could leave them), and of course they had never clean or wash or vacuum pretty much anything here. It smeeled like dirty laundry, cheep booze and bad life choices.


Right now Molly was lying on the sofa, her legs in heavy military boots resting on it's back. The short, slightly chubby girl wore jeans shorts cut almost as short as some panties, T-shirt with "FUCK THE POLICE" print and a chocker with spikes. Her red hair were fixed with a lot of gel, making her look kinda like triceratops. She smoke a joint lazily.


Pam sat right on the floor. She wore teared fshnet stockings, pleated mini-skirt with lots of stains and a very immodest top. Her nipple piercing could be seen through the fabric, and the lack of sleeves revealed that her armpit hair were died blue just like teh once on the teen's head. There were some more piercing in her ears and eyebrows. Pam was serfing through web on her cellphone.


Rebecca, tall and kinda athletic girl in black leather pants, boots with metal plates in fronts and jacket with spikes and anarcy sign sptayed on her back, emptied the pack of beer and burped loudly - her friends laughed at that. Half of Rebecca's head was shaved (though it has some bristle at this point, the other half had long black hair which clearly needed to be washed a week ago. There was a tattoo of an angry lion on teh back of her neck (and more which were not currently visible).


The three rebels didn't know their lives were about to change...

[Matisse]

Clara was stading just outside the door of the apartment, with her arms crossed, clearly waiting for someone to arrive. She was a quite tall woman, clealry used to practice sports by looking at her athletic body. She had long black and straight hair and green eyes, and she was wearing a serious attire: a white shirt, a black jacket and black long pants.

Clara was the landlady of the place, and she was really tired of the brats inside the apartment. Not only they didn't pay the rent, which would have been a good thing to call the police for, but they also behaved extremely poorly in a lot of ways and she was afraid that calling the police would have gotten them in much more trouble. Compassionate as she was, she wanted to make things right without law being involved.

Shortly after, another woman arrived. The woman was quite tall too, and a bit bigger than Clara, with the same black hair, but short and weavy, and the same green eyes. The landlady was happy to see her. The woman's name was Millicent, and she was Clara's older sister, that she called to have support.

"Has she arrived yet?" she asked to Clara.

Clara shook her head, but as she had done that the other woman she was waiting for appeared at the end of the hallway, reaching the two sisters shortly after.

The third woman was extremely tall and she looked quite strong too, despite a relatively small body. She had long red hair and green eyes, and was wearing a red shirt, a red skirt and white apron. She was holding quite a large bag and had a really stern expression on her face.

Clara was really happy to see her. That woman's name was Eloise, and she was a professional disciplinarian specifically called by Clara to deal with the three brats.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." she said "Are they inside?"

"They are." Clara replied, and once they were all ready she rang the doorbell.

[Jinchu]

The bell had to sound a few times before any of the girls moved. "Oh, for fuck's sake." Rebecca groaned. She walked to teh door, grabbing another can of beer and opening it with her teeh on the way.



"What's your problem?" the teenager said in an agressive intimidating manner as she opened the door, slamming it to the wall.

[Matisse]

Clara looked at Rebecca without flinching, and with a stern expression said to her "Rebecca, right? I'm Clara, the owner of this place, just in case you forgot who I am. I'm here with a couple of friends. Can I come in? I have something to discuss with you girls."

She flinched her nose as the smell of beer reached her, adding "Hoping that you're not all drunk."

[Jinchu]

Rebecca burped again just to make the landlady uncomfortable. Those squares! Cannot even hold some beer.



"Well, I guess you may come in... it's your place or whatever" she shrugged her shoulders, reluctantly stepping away from the door to let the three in.



Pam looked up from her phone. "Who are they? You don't mean to give the appartment to someone else, right?! Don't you dare, we've paid our due, like, the last month! At lwast aprt of it..."

[Matisse]

Clara, followed by Millicent, entered in the apartment. They gave a quick look around. As Pam spoke, the landlady gave her a cold stare, saying "No, I'm not giving the apartment to someone else. This is my sister Millicent, and we have come here with a guest. And to be honest, young lady, you paid just half of the rent, and that was two month ago, not the last one."

Millicent stood silent. She simply crossed her arms, looking sternly in Molly's direction.

Eloise was the last one to enter. She looked around, analyzing every little detail like a detective, and shook her head every time she noticed something, whispering "This will be a long work."

[Jinchu]

Pam just shrugged her shoulders, clearly meaning "ah, whatever". As soon as she was ensured they still ahve roof above their heads she returned to her phone.



Molly took a deep puff from her joint and looked at the three women between her raised legs. "So, what's it all about? Are you going to do some renovation? To be honest, this place kinda looks ugly, yeah..."

[Matisse]

Under the eyes of Clara and Millicent, Eloise decided it was time to begin to take action. She went straight to Pam and with a swift moment took the phone from her hands, saying strictly "Grown ups are talking to you, missy, and you three will listen carefully like good little girls I'm sure you'all capable to be."

The tone of Eloise was of stone: she transmitted she was in full control of the situation, not afraid of the three punks, not even a little.

[Jinchu]

"Hey, bitch, give it back to me! It's a theift!" Pam yelled, trying to garb her phone back. Not that she herself had never steal anything, but it was different then HER stuff got stolen!


"We are grown enough, lady" Rebecca responded in a cocky tone and took another sip of beer. But her eyes looked unsurely nad kind of frightened.


"Cut off the morals, ma'am. You are not my fuckin' mom, who was an unberable old hag, by the way" Moly finally sat properly. She wanted to add a middle finger to taht statement, but somthing stopped her...

[Matisse]

Eloise stood there without flinching, not even a little. She knew all too well how to deal with naughty brats like those three.

She avoided Pam's vain attempts to retrieve her phone, and gave her a look so strict to froze her on place "No naughty words, you're in enough trouble already."

The woman pushed her back, adding "You'll have it back once we have finished, I'm not stealing it, just confiscating it for a while."

She then turned toward the other two, and strictly added "No, you're clearly not grown up at all judging what I am seeing. I only see three little girls acting like brats, and while I'm not your mother I'm here to correct this. My name is Eloise, but you will address me as ma'am. Understood, girls?"