<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.cavemancircus.com//wp-content/uploads/images/2016/october/alice_matos/alice_matos_5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Isabella "Bella" Santos<br/><strong>Alias:</strong>Green Ranger<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>October 1st, evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>BYOB Pub<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bence, Vivi, Kara, Santiago<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/><em>By your powers combined, I am Cap..</em><br/><br/><em>Shut up.  Where the hell do you get this shit?</em><br/><br/><em>Umm, historical archives.  Duh.  You need to chill out and watch some historical videos…or..a few thousand hours worth.</em><br/><br/><em>Just keep it down.  And what the hell is this hell-hole?</em><br/><br/><em>Well, I am guessing this is where your fellow Jedi have chosen to gather and call their home in the interest of defending humanity.</em><br/><br/><em>It’s a hole in the wall.</em><br/><br/><em>Disguise!</em><br/><br/>Bella had heard of the BYOB Pub but she had never dared entertain going to the college bar.  Most of the circles she frequented were of a similar thought process to avoid the building.  There were reasons but most of them involved associating with a better class and standard of citizenry.  Plus the scene was not of her own particular taste or scent for that matter.  Already she felt her nose wrinkling from the smell of uncontrolled testosterone and stale beer.  While her hand lowered to open the door she gave a mental shove so that she did not have to tempt fate by actually making contact.<br/><br/><em>Need a tetanus shot just walking into this place.</em><br/><br/><em>A sewer lair might have been better.  Maybe with a ninja dojo and a giant rat for a sensei.</em><br/><br/>There was a simple eye roll toward the voice while she walked into the entry way.  Dark hair was allowed to flow loose and in waves along her shoulders and back.  One hand swept back the strands from the side of her face and chest.  Bracelets crafted of leather, metal and thread shivered down her forearms.  Bella did not have to try hard to seem out of place in this pub, the air of disdain did enough.<br/><br/>Denim coated her legs and struggled for all its worth to contain the powerful legs she commanded.  Each step allowed the material to stretch around the muscular frame of her thighs.  Soft boots of white stained leather echoed her footsteps while she closed the distance toward the assembling group.  Quietly she placed her purse on a chair in which her full bottom was soon to follow.  Seating herself like a Queen on her throne she surveyed each.  The sleeveless shirt she wore did little to cover the tight curve of the bra she also had beneath those fibers.<br/><br/><em>A drink would be delightful and needed.</em><br/>