"Miss Mallory, we've arrived at Miss Carrie's," came the phone-muffled voice of her personal driver.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Gordon. I can make my own way. I'll call you when I need you, so don't go to far," Sheena replied, leaning forward to hold down the 'talk' button on the intercom.<br/><br/>"As you wish, miss."<br/><br/>As the black<em>Phantom (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/c/c6/2003-2008_Rolls-Royce_Phantom_01.jpg')</em>rolled to an easy halt in front of the comfortable, upscale, very white-mans house, Sheena smiled. It had been a long time since she could unwind, and she was itching to get away from it all.<br/><br/>Her faithful chauffeur and assistant, Gordon, was an aging man, in his early fifties. However, he was the exact definition of 'aging gracefully', and Sheena still found the man very attractive. Not that she would pursue such a thing, with a thirty year age gap turning her well away, she could not deny he could easily land most any woman thirty and above.<br/><br/>Stepping out of the Phantom -a horribly posh car for her tastes, but in order to keep this little rendezvous secret, she needed to behave as uncharacteristically as she possibly could- she hugged the three-quarter length tan-leather coat tight around her body, the high collar popped to help hide her distinctive purple hair. She also wore large sun-bathing shades that covered half her face and a black berret like hat.<br/><br/>Hustling quickly up to the house, she avoided the front door and made a B-line for the sidedoor, knocking on it loudly enough for Carrie to hear even from her study. She had called ahead, to make sure she wouldn't be complicating things. The doofus of a husband was out all day, she had told her, and that if she arrived early after-noon, she'd be fine.<br/><br/>She hugged the alcove of the door, waiting impatiently for Carrie to hurry up and let her in. The minute she heard the door unlock and saw it swing open, she dove through, deftly avoiding Carrie and shutting it behind her.<br/><br/>"Hey," she greeted the business woman absently as she tore off the berret and loosened the coat, revealing her trade-mark love for purple: Purple Hair, purple eye-shadow, purple contacts, and purple lips. Knowing Sheena, she most likely had<em>other</em>things about her that were also purple.<br/><br/>OOC: Hmm, just realized that this board may be a bit different then the other one I frequent. For small actions that the character of another would be doing regardless, ala opening the door to let someone in, it's accepted that if it has no major precedence on how the story enfolds, the other writer can go ahead and write that. Which is what I did with Carrie. However, it never occurred to me that it may not be like this here, and that that is considered Godmodding. In which case, ignore that last part where I say Carrie let Sheena in, and just go from when she knocked on the door. ~12:09AM EST, March 26<br/><br/>(http://fc00.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/040/d/9/EATING_RAT_by_bloodtaster.jpg)