<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.simplyshredded.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/61.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isabella "Bella" Santos<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Green Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, 1025.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>From Store to Fountain<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Power Rangers<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><em><br/>Nice of you to return, Baby Gap. </em><br/><br/><em>Can we turn the Sas down padawan?  Team player, team player, say it with me now.</em>.<br/><em><br/>Fuck off, fuck off…</em><br/><br/>Isabella brought her phone up to her gaze, noticing a crack now forming across the once pristine surface.  Thankfully, she noted, the crack was only along the protective plasti-glass she had installed on purchase.  Still annoyance turned toward anger while she thumbed through her recently added numbers, sliding to the side on Kara’s number.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Isabella</span>: Danger fountain ASAP<br/><br/>The wording was not her typical style and irked her slightly.  Still she hoped the message would be clear and require no further explanation.  There simply was not time for flowery prose or biting commentary on their current situation.  She replaced the phone in her purse and snatched up the newly purchased items for Bence.  Long legs carried her outside to see that a crowd was starting to form.  A few people approached to ask if she was alright, but she set off for the fountain at speed.  Bella had never been a runner, but today she found her stride apparently.  Despite the wound in her side and the bruises no doubt forming along her body there was little discomfort.<br/><em><br/>What, I’m an athlete now?</em><br/><em><br/>You’re welcome.</em><br/><br/><em>Is there anything you won’t take credit for?</em><br/><br/><em>Body odor.</em><br/><br/><em>I don’t smell.</em><br/><em><br/>You’re welcome.</em><br/><br/>The bag was tossed haphazardly in the direction of Bence before she took full notice of what was going on around them.  Eyes moved first to the bodies on the ground and then toward the two other men.  A flash of something appeared in her smile to Ben before she looked toward the oncoming threat.<br/><br/>“So we have any plans or are we just winging this?”<br/>