<div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/db339c8c0d3264847798017c7df6c97b/tumblr_ohz7neTLu81s4rkjho1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Andromeda “Andi” Lawson</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090555#msg13090555)<br/><strong>Time / Location:</strong>Early morning - June 3rd - Weaver Way<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Gym shorts, tank top with some band, tennis shoes<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Saying Hello<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sidney Eames<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was unlike any sort of neighborhood she had ever lived in during her journey of a life.<br/><br/>She had gotten a taste of it the previous night, had gotten just a little glimpse of the neighborhood in the cover of night.  But during the day, under the brightness of the sun, the sight of some of those houses looked downright intimidating to a girl who hadn't been around such affluence and wealth.<br/><br/>Andi's life had been a hodgepodge of various homes and neighborhoods, rarely staying anywhere for more than a year.  Trailer parks.  Middle class neighborhoods.  Crowded apartments.  Isolated houses out in the middle of nowhere.  But never had she been in a neighborhood like that, surrounded by houses that were so big and so well kept.<br/><br/>Out of place was how she felt when she went for a morning run, like she stood out like a sore thumb.  Where the few other runners who were out wore fancy, neat athletic wear, she had on an old pair of loose mesh gym shorts and a tank top she had slept in the night before, complete with an old pair of scuffed up tennis shoes.<br/><br/>But Andi showed no care for what others might have thought of her.  If anything, she only felt a sense of pity for those who were so miserable with their lives that they had to judge others.<br/><br/>She had turned a corner, and was coming down the street at a brisk little pace.  Unable to sleep with the jet lag, she had needed an excuse to get out, to go out for a walk and see her new surroundings for a little bit.<br/><br/>The sight of the redhead in front of the glass house had caused her to slow her pace, her eyes taking in the pretty lady as she moved and carried her bags up to the front door.<br/><br/>“Hey.” She said, pleasant enough in the morning, her eyes falling upon the car as she slowed to a walk.  “Nice wheels.”