<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/08/3e/5a/083e5a7be56949cdd44ced4734569dd7.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Edward Gerald Hart<br/><strong>Date:</strong>April 1, 2017<br/><strong>Time:</strong>1200 Hours<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eugenia Jordan, Renee Simone, Sara McComb w/ Pepe, Seren Hart w/ Diesel<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>A father and a daughter arrive at their new home and introduce themselves to those nearby.<br/><hr/><br/>The concept of moving to a new location was nothing new, especially when it came to leaving behind unfortunate circumstances.  Gerald lost count of how many times he moved to a different state or city to escape the results of his former career choices.  Nonetheless, a very select few held any real significance and this one felt the heaviest.  It welcomed an entirely new chapter, heralded by a series of unfortunate events and life-changing results.  Still, the prospect of a new home shared with the most important woman in his life was something he looked forward to in order to leave the past where it was.  Unfortunately, that was much easier said than done considering the fallout weighed heavily on his traveling companion.<br/><br/>Gerald didn't have any complications navigating the bustling streets of San Francisco in a cream-colored Ford Fusion and was shortly driving toward three identical buildings.  Inspecting the area, he grew confident they reached their destination and looked at his right to see a seven-year-old girl watching the city pass by in the window with a wondrous expression.  Her bright, curious gaze was floating about at random to watch somebody on the sidewalk or to admire the attractive billboards and buildings full of color and bright lettering.  In the girl's lap was an extremely young pit bull sporting a dark-red collar equipped with a hanging tag in the shape of a bone with the word 'Diesel' on it.  His face softened into a loving expression, observing the slumbering pup before setting eyes back on the road.<br/><br/><em>"Looks like we're here, sweetheart,"</em>Gerald declared just as he turned the wheel to enter the moderately sized parking lot attached to the three buildings.<em>"And would you look at that p-..."</em><br/><em>"Daddy, look! They have a pool!"</em>the girl exclaimed, interrupting him but instead of getting offended, he just smiled at her and appreciated the enthusiasm.<em>"Can we go swimming?"</em><br/><em>"Sure, I don't see why not.  Could be a great way to start things off at our new home, huh?"</em><br/><em>"Uh huh!"</em><br/><em>"Alright,"</em>he chuckled, eyes being drawn to the pup stirring from its slumber and opening it's maw widely into a yawn.<em>"But first, we need to get our bags and things to our room.  I'm going to need you to handle walking Diesel up."</em><br/><br/>Gerald watched the seven-year-old climb out of the car after unfastening her seat belt, hand firmly holding the leash attached to the pup's collar.  Following her, he stepped around to the trunk of Fusion and began to extract the small amount of luggage they carried.  It was a total of three bags, one of which could roll while the others hung from his shoulders.  The last thing he grabbed was a small bundle of clothes that belonged to the girl.  With everything in hand, he handed her the rolling bag before walking toward the Antony.  As they approached the pool, he could sense the girl's excitement while the pup calmly sniffed around in front of them.<br/><br/><em>"So, are you excited about our this place?"</em>he asked, smiling down at the girl who had to forcibly pry eyes off of the pool.<br/><em>"Wish Mommy was here,"</em>she replied with noticeable reluctance, the enthusiasm visually draining from her face.<br/><em>"Yeah..but, there's nothing we can do, sweetheart.  She made her decisions and we just have to keep her in our prayers,"</em>he replied, mustering the strength to not let her words outwardly affect him.  He knew she was suffering from the separation and was at a loss on how to alleviate the sense of abandonment he knew she had.<em>"Soon, you're going to have a whole new batch of friends to play with and when daddy starts working here pretty soon, I'll be able to turn you into that princess you always wanted to be.  Yeah?"</em><br/><br/>The girl didn't reply with anything but a nod, although she did inch closer to him.  Compelled to offer something other than words, he reached out to affectionately run his hand over her head just as the automatic doors slid open and they stepped inside.  The lush interior was more fancy than anywhere Gerald lived in the past but he kept surprise to himself.  Instead, his hazel eyes floated near the small congregation of women - an elderly woman, two younger women and an overly-excited dog.  He gave them all a sincere smile before taking notice that the seven-year-old had already been drug closer to them courtesy of the pup.  This prompted him to quickly chase after and gently take the leash out of her hand.<br/><br/><em>"Well,"</em>he chuckled awkwardly at the three women.<em>"Good afternoon, ladies.  Sorry about that.  She hasn't gotten the uh, idea of holding the pup back just yet."</em><br/><br/>Gerald slightly struggled for a moment, having to not only adjust the bags hanging from his shoulders but also rotate the leash around a wrist and keep an attentive gaze on the seven-year-old.  Luckily, she was mesmerized by the energetic dog held by the woman with red hair.<br/><br/><em>"I like your hair!"</em>she suddenly exclaimed before smiling at them all.<em>"I'm Seren and this is daddy."</em><br/><em>"Gerald,"</em>he immediately added.<em>"Are all of you living here, too?"</em>