<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5tfglRbsb1qznj3eo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mary<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The stables<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday evening, 1800<br/><strong>With:</strong>Micki, Maranda and Miz.<br/><br/>As she was again sipping her water, Miz made her laugh, almost blowing bubbles into her drink. Mary herself wasn't great at scrabble, not because her vocabulary or spelling sucked, more because of her impatience, childish attitude. She would just throw down whichever word first came into her head and then instantly regret it when she spotted a higher scoring words seconds later.<br/><br/>The knock at the door silenced her however, Mary wondered who it could be, wondering these roads after dark. Luckily Mara was already up and one her way to answer it, so Mary slumped back in her chair and lifted her little legs up and crossed them as she sat on her seat 'Buddha-style'.<br/><br/>She could hear Mara talking, but couldn't figure out what exactly was said. She heard male voices though, bringing back a fear that she had not had to deal with recently... strangers... male strangers.<br/><br/>Mary hear Micki invite them in to use the land-line and suddenly felt rather nervous, a cold trickle ran along her spine as she grabbed her feet, holding her legs up in the chair. She was afraid to be in a house with strange men, but ultimately, she trusted Micki's judgement and after all... it was her property.