<div class="floatright">(http://www.redbalcony.com/media/galleries/1412/Elisha_Cuthbert_10s.jpg)<br/><em>Jayne McArthur - Aka: Ferra Moan<em><br/><strong>Location: Front Yard &amp; Common Area</strong></em></em></div><br/>Fun reggae music played loudly over the speakers of her cherry red drop-top jeep. She prided the choice of her vehicle and sported a surfboard strapped along the top bars. Her hair moved with the wind created by the speed as she drove, bleached by spending too much time in the sun and saltwater. It was hard to tell if her tanned skin was prickling from nerves, or the coolness of the breeze.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she lifted her shades, resting them on top of her head so that she could get a clear look of the enclosure fast approaching. The GPS was telling her that this was the place. She took that final turn into the driveway. "And here we go.. " Her mouth anxiously tightened as she pulled into the lane that lead up to the property.<br/><br/>"Doesn't really look like anybody is here yet." She stated quietly to herself as she pulled the jeep around, idling it into a park. She thought she saw a dirtbike laying on the ground in front of the garage, and wondered if it might belong to one of the guys. The laid back tune cut off abruptly as she pulled the keys from the ignition. Jayne tentatively hopped out and reached into the backseat to retrieve her tightly packed duffle bag and backpack. She wore a red strappy summer dress, patterned with tiny little white polka dots. The way it moved on her body hinted that it was made of a matte silk, gently clinging to the shape of her waist and the distinct contour of her thighs. All in all, she appeared the perfectly innocent type, and this was no accident. Jayne knew quite well that reality television meant that there could be millions of people tuning in to view what happened during her stay at this house.<br/><br/>Knock. Knock. Knock.<br/><br/>Boldly, she tried the doorknob and it turned, easily opening as she made her way in. "Helloooo? Anybody home?"