Great, just great. First the woods, now a new home with a phyco.

A tall blonde girl sighed as she moved a box out of the moving van. Just recently she moved in from... Montana, she thinks, with a woman who adopted her after her family was killed. Not that the girl minded, but now her 'mother' was a crazy person a whole lot different than she was at the orphanage. The girl moved some hair with one hand, letting the box go to see out of her blue eyes before she caught it moments before it hit the ground, "Ellie!" a shrill voice called. Ellie took one look at the house and then at the street, dropped the box and began to explore, ignoring the shouts behind her.

I walk into the city, hands in my pockets, earbuds blasting music from my iPod when down the street I see a moving van. I glance around. It's close to my house! New people in the city? About time! Last person to move in was.... Cactus, maybe. Maybe even me. Not too many humans about. More, now, with that Morigan girl, Cactus, and Claudia. That's about it though. That kid who was bleeding earlier.
I walk slowly by the house, examining the boxes. Interesting.

I sigh as I walk down the street, remembering the last time I was alone. It wasn't to long ago, since I had been adopted a few days ago but I can't understand why I have to have a guardian, since I look 17 and I'm 232 or something like that. I notice a girl ahead of me who was looking at the ground but didn't say or do anything to draw attention that I know of. Breathing in, I could smell she was like me, a vampire.

Ooc: I'm switching to first-person narrative, since it's easier right now.

OoC: Just a heads up, your character can't be here and the tallest tree. We try to keep characters in one place, for future reference. You might want to edit =)

BiC: Uh... TWB...

OoC: That's okay. We only do first person on this site anyways XD That's when different colors come in handy.

I heard a girl behind me and turned around. It was the new person. I turned around and kept on walking. I wasn't in the mood to be inviting in new neighbors, and frankly, I never did that anyway.

I walk up and start tapping on the moving van along to the music blasting from my iPod. I wasn't sure why.

I walk off.

I stumble in for some odd reason or another.

"Oh, hello!" I say. "Who are you?"

"Oh. Cool." I say. "Sweet van."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I never introduced myself! I'm Stella."

"Yes, I think so," I said. I hadn't exactly been to my house in a while. "Well, off to find my house!" I left.