<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>Starting class...or something<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tan dress, black heels, white stockings, and a rather large bag<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Goldi, Hannah, Gregg, open<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Tumbling down the rabbit hole....or the mirror vortex in this case.<br/><hr/><br/>Becca was truly relieved when the professor started talking. It meant that things would settle down, they would be able to get into the stories, and a sense of normalcy would return. It was unfortunate for Becca that her whole life she had never considered herself attractive, even though her parents had told her she had "old world beauty". Weren't parents supposed to say that?<br/><br/>So it was that when people started showing interest in her physical attributes, she didn't know how to respond. It was even worse when those people were of the same sex. Becca had realized that she was attracted to women, but it was a heavily guarded secret, and one she had not fully come to grips with.<br/><br/>Her attention shifted from Gilda, Hannah, and Gregg, and instead settled upon the professor. Where most had noticed his handsome visage and first, Becca had noticed the book. The fact it had a lock made her grin...so many secrets to be held! It was rare to see a lock on books that weren't diaries, but they had been on books in older times that held secrets, and Becca mind started racing. Was it perhaps a hidden edition? Something some old author had started and been unable to finish before their death? The possibilities were delicious.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, the professor was making absolutely no sense. Fairy tale characters coming and escaping a book? Surely he was talking figuratively, wasn't he? Fairy tale characters weren't real, they couldn't ACTUALLY escape a book. Books weren't prisons!<br/><br/>Her brows furrowed as he spoke those final words. The Characters had gone missing, and the book needed their help. A sense of dread filled her...something bad was about to happen.<br/><br/>Sure enough, the opening of the book sent the whole world shimmering. Becca went to scream, and was right on the verge of jumping up to run when the whole world just went black. Had someone turned out the lights?<br/><br/>Becca was sure that she hadn't taken anything. She hadn't eaten the brownies, and all she had had for lunch had been a BLT and a side salad. Still, what was going on was making her tremble, and she was scared out of her mind. Was she dead? Was this some sort of elaborate prank?<br/><br/><em>Look for the maiden whose skin is white as snow</em><br/><br/>The words were haunting. They had to look for Snow White? Stepping out of the mirror, Becca had to look around, still trembling.<strong>"Where are we..."</strong>She spoke more to herself than anyone else.<br/><br/>When she heard Gilda's scream of her phone, Becca noticed two things. First, her own phone was missing. Secondly, her bag was lighter than it had been. Makeup, pens, pencils, highlighters, notebooks...they were all gone. Technically, so was he bag, and it it's place was a basket. A basket? An empty basket? She swallowed, and looked to Gilda and Lisa, finally speaking up, though a notable tremor was in her voice.<br/><br/><strong>"All our things are missing. I...I don't know what happened, but I think it's safe to say, we uhh...we should probably follow the uhh...the professors advice. Does...does anyone remember what Snow White is supposed to look like?"</strong>