<div class="floatleft">(http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/13780578/740full-line-brems.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victoria Rivers<br/><strong>Date:</strong>April 1, 2017<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Midday<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eugenia, Renee, Sara, Seren, Edward<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Moving and getting acquainted<br/><hr/><br/>She was late and she knew it. Not wanting to get in her cousin Sara's way, she stayed with friends for the last few days with all her belongings. Victoria was never the neatest person and living out of a bag and the trunk of a car was one thing, having the dirty clothes mixed with the clean ones was Vicky's way of living but it was chaos. Today she'd move back to Sara in their new place. Sara had told her that she could decide how she'd decorate her room but not knowing a thing about houses and styling them, she just went with the general theme of the apartment, liking it enough to stay there.<br/><br/>Now she rushed her Hyundai Veloster through the city, desperately following the orders on the navigation. Eventually she arrived in the posh neighbourhood and when the computer told her she had reached her destination she turned into the parking lot. She noticed Sara's Lexus and parked next to it. The AC/DC song she had on high volume wasn't over yet and she waited in the car, screaming along with Thunderstruck and the windows open. With the song finished she turned off the engine, closed the windows and dragged her worn out and patched dufflebag out of the car.<br/><br/>Not bothering to lift it, she dragged it over the floor towards Sara who was talking to people. Immediately she realised that this was an upscale area and building and that she would have to adapt a little bit. Her worn white jeans had holes in the knees and her white converse all stars had seen a few summers already. The grey hooded vest she was wearing looked alright but in combination with the black tank top that showed her stomach, it might not be to most of these people's liking.<br/><br/>"Morning! I'm Vicky... I live with her."<br/><br/>She pointed towards Sara and then focussed her attention to Pepe. It had taken her a little while to get used to the dog. Vicky liked animals, dogs in particular but French Bulldogs were not high on her favourite breeds list. They snorted and this particular example was spoiled rotten. Not that that was his fault of course.<br/><br/>"Hello your Highness. I take it your loyal servant has made all the arrangements to make your journey as comfortable as possible?"<br/><br/>The dog answered her with a lick on her face and struggled even harder to get free.<br/><br/>Oblivious to the tensions between the people already present, Vicky continued to make things worse.<br/><br/>"So this is our merry band of misfits living in this place yeah? It's kinda posh innit?"