<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>Duffy's Burger Joint<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Vivi, Santiago, Bence, Kara<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Quite a pose might be struck as Isabella began to eat her order of cheese and bacon French fries with a fork and knife.  Each morsel delicately plucked from its basket so that she might cut it down to an appropriate size to eat.  Since arriving at the scene earlier and now at this establishment which Bence said produced edible food she had remained largely silent.  Instead she seemed more focused on her phone than on the others gathered.  Of course the voice in her mind did not mirror her actions.<br/><br/><em>Sewer mansion….oh please let it be the sewer mansion!  I so want that and we can skateboard in the tunnels and have pizza parties and have a dojo and then we could like..have a top secret lab and…<br/></em><br/><em>SHUT UP!  We are not living with anyone but our maid.</em><br/><br/><em><em>Wait we have a maid!?  Like Alfred but a chick?  Holy shnick’s we are awesome!  But you’re Robin…just saying.</em></em><br/><br/>The advantage of living within at least walking distance of each other was a hard one to deny if they were going to expect any more attacks.  Still she did not particularly care for anyone invading her personal space and privacy.  Especially since the two men did not seem like ones to easily grant a respect for such things.  The word “brute” came to mind more than once which sent the voice in her head off on a tangent about<em>“I am the Brute Squad.”</em><br/><br/>The sandwich of sorts arrived.  Her order had also been a curious one as her rare burger also contained a fried egg on top along with avocados.  Once more she utilized her knife and fork to slice up the food and pluck up each piece to pass between her full lips.  Before glancing back toward her phone she caught sight of Vivi’s gaze on her.  She knew that look, one that involved a request for finance or a favor.  The bored expression did not fade when she locked eyes with the other woman, though she did tilt her phone upward to display a real estate program running for the local area.<br/><br/><strong>“We would do well to invest in a commercial property.  People wouldn’t necessarily question us living together if the motive was money.  A bakery or bookstore or something maybe.  Guessing none of you have any marketable skills aside from Baby Gap seeming to always come out of his clothing.”<br/></strong><br/><em>Oh..oh..can it be a roleplaying store?  I have read so much about this!  Dungeons and Dragons, Shadowrun, Legend of the Five Rings, we could do it all.  Plus we could play card games and we could talk video games and this would be the greatest thing ever!</em><br/><br/><em>NO!<br/></em><br/><em>Why did I get the boring one?</em><br/>