I Don't Get It, Not One Bit!

"Yeah, but I imagine being able to have the proof to say you've beaten up practically everyone in a country is a badge of honor worth going to Canada for," she shrugged, though she wasn't exactly confident that she could go through and beat up everyone as Coraline had. Maybe she'd go with a smaller country for that title... like one of the 'stans.

"Yeah, grew up dealing with boys on my father's fishing boat. Weeks at sea and I was the only female they saw..." she shook her head. "They were very slow to teach. They never really stopped until one of them got their bloody nose frozen to the deck."

She nodded, listening about how long the woman had taken to set up her room, looking around to see posters of bands and movies she had never heard of with faces she'd never seen... except Che Guevara. The man's distant and almost emotionless stare into something skyward and slightly to the left was a might bit unsettling, from what Yi knew of the man's history... She shifted her eyes back to Coraline before thought consumed her.

The stars were interesting blemishes against the sea of posters, but despite thinking she saw a constellation she returned to the conversation, "No, getting fights is easy and quick. Just be sure to show up when you are scheduled... the crowd hates waiting. And yeah, I'm actually from a little... West of here. I grew up on the Yangtze."

The picture of Che Guerera was right beside the picture of Kurt Cobain, two of the greatest revolutionaries around. Which was promptly followed by Bob Marley, along with several others. Leaders, Music, and a majority of bright colours. The smoke was gathering at the top of the ceiling, which the smoke detector (clearly incapped) was saying nothing about.

A smile curled lazily over Corraline's face, as her eyes continued to stare upwards. With a blink, she bolted straight upright and literally bounced over to the light switch, turning it off. "Hey, I wanna show you something. This is what the night looks like on my Birthday at home."

The Stars glued above started to glow bright, becoming apparent if they weren't before. Constellations and planets circled above. Though they didn't move, they did wonders to create a feeling of "space". And in that space, with cat like grace, Cor managed to hop around to the Stereo system, without managing to step on anything. The sounds of the Cure now pumped through the speakers, the soft beginning of "Plainsong" slowly being pumped out.

"Yeah....West....East...S'a the same thing from some point of view. I suppose." There was enough ambient glow from the stars that Coralline could clearly distinguish, and Yi should of been able to distinguish her, even if the burning ember of her "Cigarette" didn't already. Slowly, she walked back over to the bed, and as if the activity had drained her, she flopped back onto her bed, and safely, too. "Hey. You're my Friend now." It was simply a statement, so result and final that there seemed to be no questioning it.

She recognized the stars, some of the constellations were clear to her, others didn't seem to quite match up. The stars were often referenced in histories, and generally used as a way to determine when events took place, at least which season events took place in. So the white spots in the ceiling had intention behind them. Before they had been pointed out, Yi had figured that the whole room was disorganized simply because the unorganized mind of its owner simply put things anywhere without a plan... but clearly there was evidence of a plan on the ceiling. Where else had Coraline made plans? The people in the pictures? Many of them she didn't recognize, having only heard of Nirvana as goal for the good... and the long hair guitarist held no meaning with the woman.

The room was dim, not black, which allowed Yi to track Coraline's walk around in her peripheral while taking in the room in this new light (pun intended but not). "Friends?" she asked as she was broken from her observations. "Wait... what's your alignment as a wrestler?" An idea sparked, perhaps Coraline was just what the Chinese woman needed.

"Alignment?" Coralline took a long slow drag on what was left of her cigarette and flicked the stub into a small bowl filled, already, with other stubs. As she blew out her cloud, the smoke billowed and curled in strange patterns against the stars. "I guess....None, really? A tweener? I like to find my own way....or at least someone headed in the same direction."

"Why?" She was right, she did need to get into a fight soon. Real soon.

She smiled as the realization of her luck came into full view. Her new neighbor would be a perfect woman to have join the side that would soon form. Yi reached out with her right hand, "Friends." It seemed a little abrupt, which overall cheapened the idea that the two were friends. To Yi, friends were long term assets that developed a relationship over years to develop a foundation of trust... not a single visit about noise violations. But, she could watch the girl easily enough, and Yi felt that Ms. James was likely reaching out for a new friend in this strange world.

"There are two factions here that are attempting to bully around girls. The ultra good and the ultra bad... as it were. People like you and me should stick together."