<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at mansion<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Greggor, Madeline<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br/><br/>Gilda flicked her blue eyes over and up - and up, and up they had to go, like Jack up his beanstalk, until they reached the top of his tousled hair - the young man who swung off his motorcycle.<br/><br/>She became intrigued - enough that, while standing by the door and pretending to barely notice, she slipped a manicured hand into own pocket, to her own smartphone...which she did not draw out. She’d practiced the right touch screen gestures with it still in her pocket.<br/><br/>She activated her favorite little snarfing program, BreadCrumz. It made her phone temporarily spoof a cel tower, as a way to lure nearby phones to relay through it to connect to a real tower, like a witch luring kids to a house made of candy. Sometimes the program was able to glean tasty morsels and download them onto her own phone, for Gilda to peruse later.<br/><br/>One some occasions she got just a few risque photos or salacious texts or other gossip candy, other times she got more, other times nothing. The snarfing  often failed against the most well encrypted phones, but hey, why not try?<br/><br/>She alway told herself it was a just a nice harmless little way to get to know someone quicker, and something about this fellow gave her a funny feeling his phone might just have some juicy traffic inbound from or outbound to some of their classmates.<br/><br/>“You got detention huh?” her voice was that of an innocent, straight-A angel, but with just a hint of a purr. “I can see that somehow...Well it’s true this extracurricular is helping me keep my record clean, but...the way it was put to me was more like extra credit.” She looked back to the motorcycle. “That thing howls like a...well some sort of animal. Hey, you know...now I’m not<em>usually</em>a girl who’s a fast-moving speed freak or anything like that...but I have always wanted to ride a motorcycle. Lotsa things worth trying once, you know? Even if my father would kill me for riding that thing - especially when it’s something he’d kill me for riding.”<br/><br/>She smiled and waved to the approaching Madeline. Gilda bit her lip subtly, then licked it and got a curious look in her eyes. As soon as the girl was close enough, Gilda closed the last bit of distance herself, and casually draped her arm over Madeline’s shoulders. She leaned in, and tugged to lean Madeline just enough that they were like two bookends on a shelf without a book between them - not at this particular moment, anyway.<br/><br/>“Ohh, HEY girlfriend,” Gilda grinned, “We were just talking about fathers and wheels. How do you prefer riding - being on two or on four?”<br/>