<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>People are Strange (A Lady in the Street and A Freak in the Bed)</strong></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i66.tinypic.com/35kork2.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Name: </strong> Ella Ragsdale<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong> Silver Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong> Bi<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Resigned But Faking it till she makes it. <br/><strong>Time &amp; Date</strong> The First Day of School<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Lancelot Parking Lot, Dorm Room 114, Lancelot Dorms <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Javiar, Reika, NPCs <em><strong>closed</strong></em></span><br/><strong>Music:</strong>Yeah! by Usher featuring Ludacris<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/>    Music poured from the 2015 Porsche Boxster GTS (http://st.automobilemag.com/uploads/sites/11/2014/05/2015-Porsche-Boxster-GTS-side.jpg) as it wound round the sloping curves of JCPU, the low purr of the engine was overwhelmed with Usher and the driver, a raven haired porcelain doll, handled the beast with the lightest of touches. Mirrored glasses covered most of her face , the Hermes silk scarf wrapped around her hair fluttered gently as she pulled into Lancelot Dorms parking lot. The trip had been an adventure unto itself, at least it should have been. Ella could not really enjoy the view, her mind was clouded with the last glimpse of Janelle before she was unceremoniously ejected from the Morneau house, Janie sporting a bruise across her pale cheek where her father had struck her. That was two months ago. <br/><br/>After much sobbing and bargaining, it all came down to numbers really and Ella's mother had hers. If she did not go to school and complete this program she was cut off from her trustfund and her baby brother Henry, the only person she genuinely loved. That was not a risk she was willing to take, it was important that she hold it together for at least another 3 years. Considering that most southern belles are groomed to be well heeled trophy wives who attend luncheons and booster club meetings, Ella was not skilled at anything that did not involve her 3 1/2 inch heels or her charge card. Though she had volunteered at numerous charities Ella had no marketable skills compared others her age who had part time jobs and debt. <br/><br/>So here she was, in a scrub the gay away program that promised to make her the good Christian preacher's wife of her parent's dreams. The complications of her sexual preferences would have to be put on hold for a minute. She did not feel much in the way of interest to begin with considering the summer.Pulling into a spot in the shade, she removed her sunglasses and checked her makeup in the flip down visor mirror. Not a speck of redness not a puffy eye to be seen, her reflection was photographic perfection. Her perfect mask. Working on the natural smile that seemed to fail she  tried others for a moment before settling on a mysterious perk of the corners of her mouth. There..that would do for now. Her phone chirped in the hands-free cradle, she looked at the text from the delivery men. They were but a moment away and she would have to make her grand entrance into this fraud. <br/><br/>It was a snap to find her room really, the map given to her in the admin office was fairly clear cut.She could feel the two burly guys behind her eyeing her ass. What else was new? She ascended the steps into the first floor dorm rooms, there was some low speaking as she walked into the common area of Room 114.Looking around she called out "Hello, anyone home?" her southern drawl intentionally a little more pronounced. Untying the scarf and sliding the sun glasses to the top of her head, the silk wrap dress clung to her lilthe frame. Motioning for the moving guys to wait for a moment, she saw a another girl unpacking. "Hi, I am Ella, are we pairing up by gender or is it first come first serve, darlin?"<br/></span>