<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/LisaStepurin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Lisa Stepurin<br/><strong>Location</strong>Lisa's Dorm -> The Mansion<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, white blouse, red jacket, blue purse<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Gilda, Madeline, Greggor<br/><strong>Extra Information</strong><br/><hr/>Lisa almost forgot about the meeting that evening.  She'd been busy with a new project, a really cute Enchantress cosplay, the character coming from Marvel Comics.  She loved the new superhero movies, and while she didn't read comic books, she'd heard of the character and was always on the lookout for costumes that fit her long blonde hair.  She hated dyeing or excessively styling it, as it always became brittle and ugly if she did anything other than her lengthy care routine.<br/><br/>It was only luck that her growling stomach coincided with her finishing the stitch work on the costume's skirt, leading to her finally taking her first break since her classes for the day ended.  While she was scarfing down some ramen she noticed the clock, and that jogged her memory.  She had almost forgotten the extra credit assignment that she had to attend because she kept forgetting assignments!<br/><br/>She didn't have time to take a shower, but she at least decided to change out of her pink yoga pants and into something more appropriate for going off campus.  Without a shower to shave there was no way she was going to wear a skirt, so she grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and a still clean white blouse.  She spent a few minutes on makeup and brushing her golden hair before examining herself critically in the mirror.<br/><br/>She had received enough compliments over the years to know that people found her to be beautiful.  Despite that whenever she saw her reflection she always found herself staring at her prominent nose.  To her it was practically a beak, drawing attention from her large blue eyes, soft lips, and smooth complexion.  With a sigh she put on her best smile, pulling on a red jacket and her white sneakers before rushing out the door... only to quickly run back in before it shut.  She'd forgotten her keys!  And her phone!<br/><br/>She grabbed them and her blue purse before hesitating, looking at the doll sitting on her desk right above her pillow.  It was a small, unassuming wooden doll, its once bright paint faded and chipped.  It had been in her family for generations, and it had always been a source of comfort, and for most of her childhood her only friend.  She didn't know what to expect that night, but she was a little nervous.  She'd seen enough horror movies where the first victim was the blonde coed, and she was a more than a little worried about going over to the home of a male professor at night.  She did a lot of jogging to remove her freshman fifteen, but she wasn't the strongest woman on campus, and the tiny can of mace at the bottom of her purse could only do so much.  After a moment she smiled genuinely and carefully picked up the doll, planted a kiss on its head, and stuffed it into her purse before running out the door, her confidence renewed with its presence.<br/><br/>Her bike was where she left it, and soon she was pedaling as fast as she could across campus and down the road, one hand holding her iPhone as it spat directions at her every step of the way.  It was with more than a little relief that she saw several students already there, including two other women.  She not only wasn't late, but she wasn't alone!<br/><br/>It was only when she arrived that she remembered that in her haste she'd forgotten her bike lock and chain.  She had no doubt left it at the bike post outside of her dorm, and with her luck someone would steal it and her bike while they were apart!  Of course, the mansion was obviously both isolated and in a wealthy area.  Creepy no doubt, but convenient for her since it meant she wasn't as likely to be robbed.  As long as she made it back outside she'd probably still find the bike.  Of course, if her bike chain was stolen she'd probably lose it on campus before she could get a new one...<br/><br/>She was so lost in thought about when her bike would be stolen that she reached the group before she realized that she didn't know what to say.  She blinked a few times, offering them an awkward smile as she brushed a hand through her hair to try to settle it from the bike ride.  "Um, hey!  Um, Gilda, right?  I think you're in my class.  And ah, I'm sorry, I don't think I know your guys' names.  Oh, um, I'm Lisa.  Hi!"<br/><br/>She gave an awkward wave at the three people standing right and front of her while internally kicking herself.  This was why she usually kept her mouth shut around strangers.  Especially when one was the most beautiful girl in her class, another was a very cute stranger, and the third was some rich looking jock who would probably either flirt with her or make fun of her (or both).