You call this a house? (Open)

[Daphne Blake]

Daphne had just arrived at the Estates today. She hadn't quite expected to be forced to stay here, but she got a house, so it wasn't too bad. And there was great shopping here. There were way too many shops for the amount of people living here. And a whole lot of staff as well. They were everywhere. But anyway, Daphne had gone on a shopping spree. She needed new clothes since she was without all her outfits except the one she was wearing. It was really lucky that she still had her purse, which had had several credit cards and a few hundred dollars. The credit cards hadn't worked, but dollars were universal. And the staff had also given her some money for new clothing after her orientation.

Daphne had bought all kinds of clothing while she was out. It was about time she branched out from her constant purple, but she had still bought enough purple clothes to have something in every outfit. She had had to buy the cheap clothing, but it all would still look wonderful on her. And she had gotten some wonderful new accessories and make up. It was a good thing she got a whole room of her own to put it all in, there was quite a lot. 

Daphne unlocked the door to her house and pushed it open. She was ready for a little relaxation after her long shopping spree. But as soon as she opened the door, she dropped everything. "Oh my God! What happened to this place?" she practically screamed. The furniture was pushed off to one side, and it looked pretty cramped despite the fact that it was well organized. But the real terrible thing was the other side of the room. There was matting down and a hanging flour sack. It looked like a disaster zone! "Housemates, explain!" she yelled, not even finding out if they were home first.

[Helena Bertinelli]

[ooc: I swear I meant to join this ages ago; sorry it took so long.]

Helena was upstairs in her bedroom reading a book. She was getting caught up on all the old comics that she had never read in her world, fitting in a book on recent world history here and there. She was in the middle of a book on the 1960s, which had been quite different without hero involvement. She was certainly not prepared for someone to start yelling downstairs. That certainly didn't sound like Meg.

Sighing, she rolled over and put the book down on her dresser. Heaving herself out of bed, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and went downstairs. She was still busy tying the robe on when she saw the new person in the house. Taking in the dressy outfit and fancy purse, she frowned. She hated rich girls.

"Let me guess," she said, sighing and leaning on the staircase bannister. "You're the new roommate. Well, welcome home. We were wondering who would show up. Well, I'm Helena, the other girl is Meg. Neither of us are very good with people, so you are probably going to have to deal with that. The number one rule is don't touch our stuff. Don't touch anything that isn't yours. And other than that, just try to leave everyone alone and we'll all have fun. All right? All right. Glad that's settled."

And with a tight smile, she turned around, ready to head upstairs and continue reading her book.