Tiffany stretched as she got up out of the car pulling her arms up above her head and standing on her toes for a moment before standing back down. She still stayed on the balls of her feet, alertness and stances drilled into her from growing up tacking martial arts. She reached a hand back in the car and pulled out a black backpack, and slung it over one of her shoulders. Inside the backpack was a notebook, a sketch book and a various array of pencils erasers and pastels. She was wearing a very short black dress, white gloves that stretched up past her elbow, and black combat boots. It was a strange combination, but Tiffany was not one to care what others think.<br/><br/>She had come to the farm with a very different interest in mind then most of her friends. She was hoping to find inspiration here, maybe she could uncover some of its secrets h ere and write a good story about it. Even if the place turned  out to be nothing but an old farm she could still use it as the perfect backdrop and add her own monsters in there latter. Though by what she had heard and read though investigating on the internet that this place would have some very interesting stories for her to find.<br/><br/>She looked at Laura and sighed. " No body lives here...It's empty. One look can tell you that much, besides if there was someone here ...I haven't came all this way for nothing.  I'm still going to explore. We will just have to be sneaky about it."