<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Burnout-Blake.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Blake Riven Richardson. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8651239#msg8651239)<br/><strong>Car:</strong>1990 Nissan 300zx. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Blake-300ZX.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Work Uniform. (Johnny's shirt, black shorts, black pumps.)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Porch//Living Room//Backyard Patio.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Demi, Marcellus, Clint, Juliana, Jason, OPEN.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>In all honesty, she would have preferred to have skipped the 'house warming BBQ'. Blake had been asked to work the night shift that Saturday, but because of the race she'd swapped shifts with another and ended up working throughout the day instead. The bar was packed with families; believe it or not, the kids were easier to cope with over the drunks that piled into the establishment in the evenings. The day had gone pretty smoothly and rather quickly because of how busy it was, but Blake was tired and just wanted to relax; maybe she could fit a nap in before the race? Pulling the keys out of the ignition, Blake exited her black, complete with red trim, Nissan and locked it behind her, giving its roof a tender stroke before turning towards the house. She'd leave it out front for now. The dark haired female made her way up towards the front porch, taking the few steps with ease before opening the door and stepping inside. Her round, dark orbs caught Marcellus exiting through the patio doors, where she guessed everyone else in the house would be gathered. Letting out a small sigh, she brushed the bottoms of her feet against the welcome mat before entering further. Holding her handbag tight to her side, the strap hung over one shoulder, Blake made it to the kitchen quietly enough. She reluctantly placed her bag on the counter before taking the few small steps to the backdoor.<br/><br/>Blake was still dressed in her work gear; a white T-shirt hugged her form snugly, showing off her curves, the logo 'Johnny's' was printed on the left breast of the material and a pair of black khaki shorts, reaching just below the tops of her thighs completed the look. On her feet were a pair of flat, black, lace-up pumps and a pair of white ankle socks beneath them; the socks showed up brightly against her tanned, toned legs. Her tattoo's were mostly on show, as well as her piercings. The outline of her belly bar could be seen beneath the tight, white cotton of her shirt. Her long, naturally wavy black hair was currently tied into a high ponytail, away from her face which had hardly any trace of makeup other than her mascara and nude lip gloss. Blake took a step outside into the warm sun and gave a small nod in a general direction.<strong>"Hello all."</strong>Without another word or as much as a second glance to any of her housemates, the petite girl began over towards the pool, sitting beside it with a sigh.<br/><br/>Her hands moved to her shoes, working her laces so she could remove them. Then her socks were also removed and she placed them securely into her pumps. Sliding her shoes safely to one side, Blake shuffled towards the pool side and dangled her legs off the edge, dipping her feet into the cool water with a blissful sigh. Tilting her head back a little, she closed her eyes and leaned back onto her hands; this was a great way to relax. She didn't even mind the country music that seemed to be playing.