"You don't like it, move out and get a job," Carmilla returned, re-reading a copy of Helter Skelter for the four hundredth time. The bile fascination with the whole Manson Family thing was never going to go away, she was sure. "Oh wait, you can't. Something about being an escaped government test subject," she said not even half a second later as she turned the page.
"So why not sit back and appreciate the novelty and irony of a building used to house people who spent their last fucking days before deportation hacking up their lungs and thinking they were a minute a way from mother-fucking freedom?" she suggested. She loved this place. You could still smell the ether in the walls up here.