<div class="floatleft">(http://www.record.xl.pt/storage/ngBB3BD4A9-8D65-49ED-880D-F444E2B3CD91.jpg)</div><strong>Character name : </strong>Jessica 'Jessie' Booth (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=212508.msg10443007#msg10443007)<br/><strong>Occupation : </strong>Professional Surfer<br/><strong>Who : </strong>Open<br/><strong>Where : </strong>Marino Apt Complex, Lobby<br/><strong>When : </strong>Day 1, Morning<br/><hr/><br/>Jessie had always lived by the sea and loved the sound of waves breaking against the shore. With the windows of her rental all the way down, she could just about make it out above the sound of busy morning traffic. Her flight had arrived in the early hours and ever since she had started to second guess herself, trying to talk herself out of what she was about to sign up for. Jessie hadn't felt nerves like this since a very long time ago; not since she started surfing competitively.<br/><br/>It had started on the freeway. The nerves had started asking why football. It wasn't a sport she had shown any interest in before, neither participating nor spectating.<em>I wanted a challenge out of my comfort zone,</em>she had continued to tell herself trying to force the small voice in the back of the head to shut up. But it return, again and again, and the tricks it tried got dirtier and dirtier.<br/><br/>She had pulled up at a junction and, whilst waiting for the traffic to clear, Jessie had spotted the sea off in the distance to her left. Immediately the dissenting voice returned almost goading her to change her plans on the fly. It would be easy for her to just drive up to the beach and rent a board; she knew surfing, she was good at it. What did she know about playing football? Unsure of what she should do, Jessie had hesitated and stayed parked at the junction for a little longer than the motorists behind her appreciated. The beeping of an irate horn and the jeers and exploitive shouts of the driver as he pulled up alongside her, pulled Jessie out of her existential reverie. Taking the car out of park, she took the right hand exit.<br/><br/>That single decision played on her mind as she drove on, almost on autopilot, without really paying attention to the road. It wasn't until she took another turn and a Mustang roared out, almost toning her, that she really came back to the real world.<em>Yes officer, I really did fail to spot the bright yellow muscle car attempting to execute a left hand turn,</em>she thought to herself before laughing nervously and pulling up to the building at the end of the street.<br/><br/>The beating of her heart had slowed a little since her close call with the canary car and Jessie made a mental note to call her mother before her next near death experience. Stepping out of the car, the athletic blonde grabbed her bags from the trunk, her light dress catching a little in the breeze, and entered the lobby where a number of other young, fit and attractive women were milling around.<br/><br/>“Hi there,” she said with a nervous little wave. “I'm Jessie.”<br/>