<div class="floatright">(https://orig00.deviantart.net/74aa/f/2015/359/1/0/amanda_seyfried_light_study_027__by_razaras-d9lexlf.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Gilda Lockhart / Goldilocks<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving at mansion<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black cardigan, jeans, ugg-style boots<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lucian<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong><br/><br/>The engine growled, despite Gilda’s smooth wheeling of her gold beetle car up to Lucian’s mansion. She loved the sound of the gravel under the wheels, all crunchy and earthy.<em>Just right.</em><br/><br/>Her timing was just right too, right on time. Gilda was a good student - usually - but not always the most punctual. However, something about Professor Lucian Blake...Gilda couldn’t quite bit a finger on it, but some adults seem the sort who have quite the worldliness to them, long trippy stories of decades past to share, yet still they look quite dashing and handsome to Gilda’s eye.<br/><br/>Gilda just might have admitted, perhaps under tickle torture or some other sort of duress, to hoping to make a good impression herself. She told herself it was just because being a good student was probably all that kept her elders from looking the other way. Especially after that grade hacking incident she might or might have been involved in. Even though there were never enough digital breadcrumbs for sweet Gilda to be implicated, goodness no!<br/><br/><em>Daddy taught me well, and he in turn learned from the best during his M.I.T. days….love you, Daddy…</em><br/><br/>Still, school authorities were not historically known for adhering to the same high burdens of proof as the Western legal system, so Gilda knew it was in her best interests to keep her nose clean for awhile, and play the part of straight A prim and proper gal.<br/><br/>Anyway, showing up on time was easy when the professor had a face and voice like Lucian’s…<br/><br/>Gilda adjusted her black cardigan - ostensibly modest in cut, but it hugged her figure<em>just right</em>in the right places. And if the air got any cooler, well, the garment would contour her very closely indeed…<br/><br/>...and if it got warmer, well, she had another layer underneath, albeit a far less modest one.<br/><br/>She brushed her long gold locks in the car mirror, slung on her favorite school bag, and popped out of her gold beetle.<br/><br/>Her tan boots crunched on the ground, and she had a light eager step on her way to ring the doorbell.<em>Ding dong</em>, oh how the sound echoed through the expansive residence, making her all the more curious about what awaited her within. She became so curious it was almost too much, maybe even three much, to bear.<br/>