May Forbes's Story

May was laying on her couch, relaxing while playing videogames.
Her roomate walked in on her and commented on her 'bad posture'. Apparantly slouching and with your legs spread quite wide was inappropriate. "Maybe, it is also the most comfortable, but, if it makes you that uncomfortable-" she slapped her legs together. "I guess I'll change that." She smiled at her roomate who just sighed and told her to clean up and bring the dirty dishes later. May just waved and as she did, she felt a vibrating sensation in her pocket. Her phone was going mad as she answered. "Y'ello?" After the conversation she hung up the phone and ran to her bedroom, grabbing an old army bag and started packing her stuff. She also decided to get properly dressed. An oversized t-shirt and short pyjama pants may not be the best traveling outfit. She made sure to pack it though.

Tha cab drove up to the gigantic mansion and May whistled in astonishment. "Not bad, not bad at all." She paid the driver and got her bag from the trunk. She picked up her phone and put the plugs in her ears as she rode her pennyboard the last bit to the house. She entered and the words to escape her lips were "Holy shit." She ran up the stairs and saw all the people who were already here and smiled. She found herself an empty room and threw her bag on the bed and made her way downstairs once again and she decided to lay on the huge couch, watching some tv.

Anastasia Colby

Anastasia watched everybody, very displeased. She counted everyone as they came in and assumed that everyone was accounted for before throwing her bags into a room and people watching further. She hadn't said hi to any of the new comers, mostly because they seemed too fascinated with the house or picking out a room or fidgeting or trying to get along.

This was not really Anastasia's cup of tea. Socializing, although easy to do proved to be less rewarded than energy draining when around the wrong people. Also, because of Anastasia's other-wordly views and poetic nature, people didn't tend to understand what she meant or where she was coming from with most of her comments. Usually, she came off a bit rude and prudish, but she was far from it.

Now, Anastasia did enjoy other's company. She found humans to be the most eccentric fascinating things on the face of the planet and planned on devoting her life to understanding human nature, however, that had failed when she got kicked off of her campus for a mishap.

She smiled in the general direction of the people out of their rooms. She couldn't help but have a weird feeling about the guy with dread locks, but she shook it off and continued scanning the people. Besides the dread lock guy, two girls had showed up. One was in amazement about the house, the other came off as a little snobby. Anastasia just shrugged to herself and tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for something interesting to happen. After all, this was a reality show, wasn't it? And she'd seen enough of the "Real Housewives" to know that those were full of drama.

Eddie's eyes opened wide when she said the top floor. He dropped the case and looked up at the stairs. "Oh...crap." He grunted to himself. He noticed the others arrived, and then he saw the guy with Dreads and was almost reminded of himself. "Hey, dreads." He called over. "Care to lend me a hand?" Then he noticed the chick who seemed like the snobby, generic bitch in every reality show. Eddie leaned to Anastasia and whispered "Remind me not to get in a bar fight with her." He held back his smile, switching the song on his phone.

Anastasia Colby

Anastasia looked around at everyone and smiled sweetly at the new people. She watched them struggle with the bag and giggled to herself for a moment before biting her lip and becoming serious again, watching everyone with curiosity. She hoped no one had noticed her giggling.

Don't act crazy, Nastia. There are people watching.

May was just watching TV as she heard voices from the hallway. "Sweet, people!" She got up and made sure her clothes looked neat enough and she dicided to glide into the hallway on her pennyboard. She gracefully entered the hallway. "Heeey, so this is where the party's at?" She laughs and loks around. The people seemed cool enough. "Heey, anyone's hungry? I'm kinda hungry."
She yawned lightly. "Soo, I'm May, nice to meet you all..."

Roxy rubbed her forehead once more and tried to help herself to the floor and got up and brushed herself off. She was embarrassed at the fact she had fallen down the stairs trying to receive her bag. She had cut her forehead and bruised her elbows. Her forehead poured with blood as she stared at the people staring at her. She felt her cheeks run with blood ad heat and walked to grab her bag in a humph!

"My head!" She said to herself effing and blinding at what she had done.
She heard a girl say, "Heey, anyone's hungry? I'm kinda hungry."
"Nope! " She snapped not meaning to but had a headache due to her fall and the fact nobody helped her up.