<div class="floatleft">(http://hairnewstoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/03/dark-red-hair-color-2013.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Annabelle Hampton<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Living Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Talia, Tasha, Jessy, Eryn, Miranda, Tami<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Belle!"</em>The woman almost jumped at hearing her name called out by her friend, who came over to gather her up into a hug.<em>"You actually...Is this a dream? Are you real?"</em>Belle winced at the woman's words a bit, she knew that a good job hadn't been done in trying to keep in contact with anyone at all. Perhaps someone one on one with Tasha should have been done but after being invited, she didn't believe that her friend would take very kindly to being rejected for a third time; for it might have just been the last and final time.<em>"Well I'll be damned! You actually came out of your hovel to play among the living!"</em><br/><br/>The other women were introduced to her, each of them seemed polite enough and possibly could have been a friend but the first way of doing such a thing wasn't known in the slightest. It seemed that being a hermit for so very long had taking a toll on Annabelle's social skills.<em>"It's very nice to meet each of you.."</em>In a soft tone she spoke as if nervous about everything and anything it seemed. But it seemed correct when Miranda stepped onto the scene for the others who arrived after her were forgotten.<br/><br/>The woman seemed to be a force of nature, one who would be unmoved and had complete and utter control; almost as if even mother nature herself would bow before her feet. Belle slipped back into doing what she did best, being utterly and completely quiet and withdrawn. It seemed that something was going to have to be done if she was gong to speak to Tasha this weekend let alone anyone else. Towards the kitchen she wandered while rubbing sweaty palms against her jeans.<em>"I'm getting a drink..." </em>