<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/LisaStepurin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>Lisa Stepurin<br/><strong>Location</strong>The Mansion's Porch<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>Black skinny jeans, white sneakers, white blouse, red jacket, blue purse<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Gilda, Madeline, Greggor, Tim<br/><strong>Extra Information</strong><br/><hr/>"Oh, thank you," Lisa said, sending Gilda a thankful smile.  "I was just thinking that someone might take it... I mean, I know it's not much but, um, well, it's my ride... and you never know when a thief might show up..."<br/><br/>She eyed Gilda's lovely car and cleared her throat.  She usually didn't speak up much in classes; she had her friends, and she mostly stuck with them, staying in the back of lecture halls and avoiding the notice of popular people like Gilda or Greggor.  She had always assumed that she was probably stuck up, but she actually seemed really nice.  She happily accompanied her classmate to the car.<br/><br/>When the doors opened she didn't immediately notice anything odd about the clothing in the back.  Her half of her dorm room was covered in clothing and costumes, many of them partially finished, so seeing them didn't immediately register as odd.  It was only when she carefully tried to adjust the bike to avoid dirtying the seat that she realized that it was underwear, and she could immediately tell that they weren't the same size.  Her eyes slid over to Gilda for just a second before blushing and trying to ignore them, turning slightly pink as she did.<br/><br/>"Thanks," Lisa said quietly.  "Really."<br/><br/>She followed Gilda back up to the porch, turning her attention to the others, a little disappointed as the nice girl she'd just met continued flirting openly with Greggor.  While Gilda was apparently nice, he seemed just like the kind of arrogant jerk she'd expected.  The other girl whose name she hadn't caught seemed at least as timid as Lisa'd been when she was younger, and she decided to go rescue the girl from the strange guy who'd shown up.  She could remember many long, lonely years where her only friend was the wooden doll she still had in her purse.  Perhaps the other girl just needed a friend, and it would give her someone to talk to who wasn't part of the popular crowd.<br/><br/>She slipped over to the other woman and gave her a small smile.  "Hey, I'm Lisa.  Which, um, right, i already said.  I didn't catch your name, though..."<br/><br/>She made sure to look as friendly and non-threatening as possible, having noticed her discomfort at Gilda's overly familiar approach.