by Alexandria McDougal » Thu Apr 04, 2013 2:10 pm
Sometime in the afternoon, Riot rolled up to the front gate. She was dressed in a large coat and a thick scarf that seemed designed to hid her identity. She looked up and down the street briefly, before ringing the doorbell on the gate.
"Y-y-yo," Riot says into the intercom, "Anyone there? 15 f Maldon, looking for chat. LOL."