<div class="floatright">(http://cdn3-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/gallery/holliday-grainger-mandatory/thumbs/thumbs_23.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rebecca Davis / Red Riding Hood<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tan dress, black heels, white stockings, and a rather large bag<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gregg, Lisa, Tim, Goldi, Madeline<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Hates being late!<br/><br/><em>"You should really go, Becca. It will do you some good! Get you out, maybe help find new friends!"</em><br/><br/>Those were the words that were ringing in Rebecca Davis' head as she drove the beat up Honda up the road to the old mansion. For the thousandth time, she was wondering why she had bothered. If not for the promise of a library to truly be envious of, she would have brushed off the invitation like so many others before it. Rebecca wasn't a social person, and it had been decided by one of her professors that she at least make the effort.<br/><br/>These were, after all, supposed to be the best years of her life.<br/><br/>Parking outside the run-down manor, Becca had to look over her phone and then back at the house. Yes, this was the right place. At least there were other vehicles around to prove that she wasn't alone..at least that was the hope. Could it be that there was just one owner who had a bunch of other cars? Maybe, but possibly not such a variety. The only similarity she saw were that they were both possibly German made. She honestly had no idea...cars were not her forte.<br/><br/>Getting out of her car, she finally noticed there were others around...others that seemed to be around her age. Immediately her anxiety shot up a few points, and she swallowed hard, tugging the brown sweater she wore as a jacket a bit tighter around her. It was a reflex meant to hide herself. Unfortunately, with the attire she had chosen (she had come from a tutoring session in a rather warm office) it ended up having the opposite effect. Slender curves seemed to be accentuated, showing off her hourglass frame as she slowly made her way towards the steps where two boys seemed to already be getting along poorly. It immediately reminded Becca of two wolves sniffing each other, sizing the other up.<br/><br/>Smiling at the visual, she would clear her throats as one of the three girls went inside.<strong>"Umm...excuse me? Is this uhh...the storybook meeting?"</strong>If Becca was honest with herself, a few of the participants didn't look like they were much into fantasy books. Unlike Becca, who claimed nerdom on this particular subject as if it were a badge of honor. Still, looks could be deceiving. Who knew who was into what these days.