<div class="floatright">(http://www.showbiz.cz/files/profiles/77b8b5246ca00fbcda6b94616cb624631312378044.jpg)</div><strong>Name: Leda</strong><br/><strong>Location: Living room</strong><br/><br/>A horrible churning sound precedes a rider in a black, leather jacket and black, leather pants as she comes hurling towards the house, before skidding to a sideways stop on the drive. The Rider quickly dismounts the cheap, dirt bike before letting it fall unceremoniously to the grounds. The unknown rider looks back at the bike and lowers her head “mhmh mhm.” a muffled sentence, presumable exclaiming displeasure at the event, followed by the rider presses the release on the helmets chin straps and sliding the helmet off to hold it by the waist in one hand. The rider then proceeds to shake her head, to ruffle her dirty, blonde hair. It was Leda, and she was on time, a rare occasion indeed.<br/><br/>Leda  stretches her back after a long ride before bending over to pick up her bike and push it over to the garage door. Leda couldn't find away to open the garage door so she once again dumped her bike on the floor and went to see if she could get in through the front door, nervous to see if anyone had arrived before her. Leda often left her dirt bike outside and unattached back home, the fact that her new house was so far from any neighbors coupled with the fact that her bike was next to useless gave Leda the strong impression that only an idiot would steal something so pathetic, and so she left it outside.<br/><br/>As Leda got to the front door she sat on the step but could not hear anything due to her ears being plugged with earphones and her head being filled with the loud sounds of a raging heavy metal track. She placed her helmet on the floor and pulled of her biker boots before pulling down her leather pants, trying not to tug down her denim hot-shorts with them . Luckily she was wearing casual, warm weather clothing underneath, knowing that California would be to hot to be hanging around in full leather for too long.<br/>Before long Leda had remove all her bike gear and decided to give herself a personal tour of her new digs She got up now clad in a much more fitting combination of denim hot-shorts and a black, sleeveless crop top before entering through the front door and dropping her bike gear to the side of the door mat. As she lightly banged her head to the song she was listening to and searched through her ipod for the next song on the playlist, she wasn't aware of her company until she looked up to see two of the faces from the websites cast page conversing.