It had been a good while since Trisha had begun living in the big, beautiful house that formerly belonged to the group of femme fatales known as "The Primes." Just how long she couldn't say, since she was horrible at determining things like time. All she knew was that everything just kind of happened, without much of a warning. One second, she was lounging in a dumpster, and the next she was faced with a past nemesis: Seque Decar.

The times the two had previously bumped heads had not ended well for Trisha. First, she had been compacted into nothing more that a small cube of rubbish. When they faced each other again, she was incinerated into presumably nothing. How she was even able to cross him a third time was a mystery even to her. This time, she had decided not to pick a fight with the Husky, fearing that she might not be so lucky as to come back after a third defeat. Seque had explained to her that he was having difficulty with this group of ladies he called The Primes. Apparently they were responsible for the disappearance of many males in the area. With nothing to lose, Trisha decided to help her former nemesis and dispose of them like only they knew how. If anything, Seque would be able to take care of his problem, and she would get a free meal. How could she go wrong?

The team of Seque and Trisha made quick work of the three ladies of the house, leaving the two to eventually go their separate ways. Before he left, Seque suggested that Trisha keep the house for herself, since it would have been a shame to let such a beautiful house fall into ruins. Now, the house was more than Trisha could have ever wanted, but something just didn't seem right. The house didn't feel like home. Something was definitely missing. In her travels, Trisha had called many places home, but they had all pretty much had one thing in common: they were filthy. So, in an effort to do a little decorating of her own, the garbage girl went to work.

Visiting many different sections of the city, Trisha brought back various bags of trash that she came across, taking them back to her home. Not only that, but she went on the hunt for her living meals as well, trapping them in the bags she manifested from her own body. After a few days, things began to come together for her. The various bags left a nauseating odor all over the house, and those who were unlucky enough to still be alive inside the bags provided constant groans of fear and disgust. It was music to Trisha's ears. With everything as she felt it should be, Trisha could finally call the house a home. It was her home; her home, smelly home. If only Seque could see her now.
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As you can see, Trisha has been on my mind again. This picture is taken from a constant, ongoing roleplay story that myself and my wonderful friend  Masquerade have been working on. Without him, my creativeness couldn't be what it is, today.

Seque belongs to  Masquerade
Trisha, of course, belongs to me...er, I mean to her! She totally belongs to her. xD

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