<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, early morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Off campus apartment to fountain<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Kara, Bence, Vivi, Jake, Benjamin<strong>Mention:</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Not even a cross look escaped the features of her face.  Instead she set her eyes and attention down to the phone in her grasp.  Sculpted nails tapped at the screen with impatience while words floated around in her head and then in her ears.  The nails were lacquered with a silky red that she suddenly regretted.  One hand lifted upward to bring her digits back toward her palm.  A touch of consideration was given before she placed her fingers back to work.  Softly her thoughts drifted upward before she had conscious control to keep them silent.<em>I wonder if the dancer would consider painting my nails black or maybe a green.  Red is so boring these days.  Should never have let that woman convince me otherwise.<br/></em><br/>Isabella let her eyes lift upward before looking back at her phone.<em>Apologies.  I am thinking this will take some time.  Maybe we can buy Baby Gap some new clothing at the gym store.  Bit of university pride.</em>The phone was put away sharply before she stood.  A brush of her hand was given down the front of her sweater, glittering rings from her hand flashing over breasts and stomach before that same hand flicked back waves of black hair.  There rested more jewelry on dangling from her ears.<br/><br/><em>Senhores…</em><br/><br/>Pointedly she looked at the newest arrival with his mop of curly hair and rather distressed appearance before giving him a warm smile that did not seem to break the chill of her gaze.<em>Senhor, it is rude to not introduce yourself to your newest companions is it not?</em><br/><br/>No other words were given her thought as she began her trek toward the Athletic Center for the university.  Once more the walk of royalty possessed her with a sway to her wide hips and a lifting her chin as if she did indeed walk above those around her.  None dared step in her path.  Sunglasses found their way back on her face as the headaches began to start once more.  Bits of trash and debris before her were swept out of the way without even a thought to their existence.<br/><br/>As promised or at least joked about, Isabella stopped at the college store at the entrance to the gym.  Quickly she set aside a pair of sweat pants and a sleeveless shirt for Bence.  A jacket was also purchased for him just in case the weather did indeed turn colder.  Each of the items bore the university emblem, colors and logos at some point but she did make an attempt for him to not be so gaudy.  Should he follow the women to the gym she would toss at the bag into his arms as if flicking away something distasteful.  If not, then she would simply take them back with her to the locker room.<br/>