Thread: The New Girl in Town- Moon/Tinything

It was another peaceful day in the suburbs of the city. The perfect houses lined up in neat little symmetrical rows, with the grass perfectly trimmed and the hedges all lined up straight and even. It was like a little paradise of blue skies and beautiful gardens, all trying to outshine one another. It was a typical neighborhood, and as such, they tended to gossip. A lot. And most of the gossip was centered around the old house that had sat empty for over fifty years. For the last two months, a team of workers had been fixing the place up to the normal standards of a suburb. They worked tirelessly, practically around the clock to instal proper electricity and plumbing, fixing the framework and the siding and the roof as well as all the interior. The house had been there, and empty, for so long that most of the people there figured the house to be haunted. The kids even dared each other to run up to the house and touch the doorbell... which was less a doorbell and more a large brass bell on a rope. But they had been gossiping about that ever since the men started working. There was new gossip now. A young woman, was apparently moving into the refurbished house. There was a large hauling truck in front of the house now, and furniture was being loaded into the now pretty house. White and blue, with pretty wild flowers all along the edges. It had really been made over, and from the looks of the furniture going in, the woman, and it had to be a woman. Who else would have such pretty furniture? Was rich. The furniture was all hand carved out of beautiful red woods, and the bed itself was so thick it looked almost like a cloud. Even more, the owner herself had yet to arrive, which meant she could afford to have the men move in for her. Not to mention what it must have cost to fix up the house in the first place! So of course all the neighbors where whispering their rumors. Some where rather possible, others where simply outlandish. 'she's a princess from another country' to 'she's an alien here to steal our children and use us in experiments'. Some even contemplated the idea of her being a drug dealer, to a necromancer able to control the spirits inside of the house, to being a ghost herself. Clearly the neighborhood had too much time on it's hands and wild imaginations where taking root. Finally a small, pretty powder blue car drove up and parked in front of the garage and all the eyes in the neighborhood watched as the owner stepped out. She looked in her early twenties, and had hip length long blood red hair that seamed to get darker in the sunlight. She had pale creamy skin that looked like it took a lot of work to maintain, and soft pouty lips that where just made for kissing and... other things, as many of the single men and teenagers where fantasizing. Especially given that she was wearing incredibly little, and most of what she was wearing was leather and buckles. She turned to examine the neighborhood with eyes that where as red as roses and a small amused little smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. She was beautiful, confident, and clearly rich. Several neighbors where already whispering about how she was a high end whore. One who would only suck you off if you had five hundred dollars. Others thought she was a Brothel owner. Some thought she was a mistress of some sort. She raised a hand and waved at the people spying on her so brashly, before turning in her high healed leather boots, and went inside to examine her new property, looking ever so amused at the neighborhood she had moved to. A lot of men would be sleeping on the couch tonight, that was for sure.