<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, the rest of the class<br/><strong>Extra Information</strong><br/><hr/>It was a terrible idea going inside, but at least she was with a whole group of others... even if she was starting to think that they might be delinquents.  She followed Gilda and Madeline through the door, deciding she'd found enough friendly faces in the class for now.  Maybe she'd get to know the others and find out they would be good friends, but two people in a night was enough for her, thank you very much.<br/><br/>Lisa was going to sit next to Gilda, but she noticed that the she'd turned her attention to the other newcomers.  If she wasn't imagining things, she seemed to be checking out the late arrivals, making Lisa blush slightly.  She was even more... friendly than she had thought, hitting on Greggor so obviously and then eyeing up everyone else as well!  She couldn't imagine being so forward, and she sadly suspected that Gilda would forget all about her shortly.  After all, she wasn't really very interesting, and the popular girl no doubt had her pick for friends or dates.<br/><br/>Looking around the creepy room, she found herself smiling again.  It was a great place to read some fiction, as long as her earlier concerns about murder dungeons didn't actually come true.  She saw a narrow couch two person couch sitting off to the side, and after a glance at how nervous Madeline was thought she might appreciate sitting somewhere away from the crowd.<br/><br/>"Hey, why don't we sit over there?" she asked, pointing to it.  "Come on, before someone else takes it."<br/><br/>The couch sunk more than Lisa would've expected under her fairly slight weight, the thick cushions and worn out support leaving her sitting so low that her knees were well above her belt line, which made her glad that she hadn't worn a skirt after all.  She smiled hopefully at Madeline, patting the seat beside her.