<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/Leanna%20Decker/ld14_zpssj5du5tv.jpg)<br/><div align="center">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/BackgroundsCars/car1_zpswrw1f4js.jpg)</div></div><strong>Name:</strong>Sidney Eames (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090822#msg13090822)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Early Morning | June 3<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As pictured<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Andi Lawson<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Meeting someone new<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dropping the last of her bags that had fit in her car (Mom would be shipping the rest of stuff within the week, these would work for now) onto the small pile she'd made beside the front door, she was about to enter her number into the keypad that would unlock the door when she heard a voice from behind her and saw an unknown blonde approaching her car. The girl didn't look dangerous but she did look slightly out of place. There was something about her that screamed "rough edges" of the sort that growing up in Towering Pines would have worn away long ago...if they were ever allowed to exist in the first place. It took a second but Sid realized what she thought it was, there was a specific type of jadedness that kids picked up when they grew up with money and this girl was missing it when she looked at Sid's car.<br/><br/>She seemed to just be appreciating the lovely piece of machinery, not sizing it up in comparison to something else.<br/><br/>It made Sid like her almost instantly. She'd learned an appreciation for people from different status levels while in school. They helped to broaden her perspective and keep her from being the annoyingly spoiled brat she knew she easily could be if she only moved in the circles approved by her mother.<br/><br/>Flashing the unknown girl a warm grin she stepped off the front step and sauntered toward the other young woman (Sid almost always sauntered or prowled any space she was in, she rarely just walked) and held out her hand when she was within reach, "Morning. I'm Sidney Eames, Sid...and thanks. She was a present from my Dad as a reward for not letting life distract me from my grades...and probably a bit of guilt because of the whole divorced parents thing. That always seems to hid Dads harder than Moms," she added with a small shrug. "You don't look familiar, it's been awhile since I was regularly in the neighborhood though, how long have you been in Towering Pines?" she asked.<br/><br/>Letting Dad and Shane know she was here could wait a bit while she chatted, it was still early enough in the morning that she had no doubt they were both sleeping.