STELLA TRAVERS.

He watched as realization seemed to spread across the woman's features. And as it did, he placed the golf club he was holding against the nearest wall. He didn't want to make her feel any more threatened than she already did. "You've been staying here for months?" he asked, almost letting out a chuckle. How terrible was the security around here if someone like her could get in and out of here without raising suspicions for months? Cam jerked his head up at the mention of the cops. Like hell was he about to get them involved. There was a better chance of them believing she lived here than he did. But what was he supposed to do? He ran a hand down his face as he tried to figure out a plan. He glanced out the window, noting how dark it really was out there. She didn't look threatening enough to really be safe if he sent her out on the street on her own at this time. "Why have you been staying here, anyways?" he asked.

"Well...Yeah." Who would find this place and then leave? It was the perfect R&R. No one was home and there was a giant gate around it so she wouldn't be disturbed by other vagrants or the police. The last time she slept on the beach she got into a fight with a man who wanted her skateboard. She had to scare him off with her switchblade. "It's a long story. The short version is I have no where else to go. Well, I have friends, but you know what they say about fish and company. Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days. No one wants me around for that long." That wasn't true but it's how she felt. Overstaying your welcome was a real thing and it was obvious she overstayed hers here, not that she was ever welcome in the first place. "You know what? It's whatever. I'll leave. I get how weird this is." But was she really going to leave? No. She knows her way back inside.

He nodded, he knew it wasn't the best part of town but it was cheap so he made due there. Bright knew that most people in that part of town where not on the right side of the tracks and did tend to be a bit mean at times. He had times he been jumped for things or even just saying hello to them. But Bright was used to working to get what he needed or just getting by with what you had. Hearing what she said he had to give a goofy grin when she wrote on his hand. "I mean I didnt know people still wrote on hands... or called people but okay" he joked. He laughed "Oh come on that's not fair! I have to live in southside I cant be on a bench forever" he smirked a little. He was hoping someday he work enough and get into a nicer placer. But for now his trailer in the southside was the best he could get. @stellatravers

"It leaves an impression." With some things, the older way was the better way. Life looked much cooler in old movies when people had to rely on socializing and getting to know someone without the repetitive use of emojis. She would much rather talk to someone, not be another text to get back to. Maybe it's the way she was raised. She couldn't afford cell phones and PlayStations growing up. She lives on her skateboard and doesn't own anything more expensive than a $20 flip phone. "Call me on your day off. Hasta la vista, curls."

"I have hidden talents." She laughed. Having money had its perks but so did thieving hands, and she has two. Distracted by her own amusement, she barely had enough time to process the challenge before Kaia took off running. "Hey! Unfair!" She ran after her. Despite being a full-blown stoner, Stella was also a skateboarder and surfer and so her stamina and speed were equally impressive. However with the head start and the blunt she smoked a few minutes ago, the blonde was able to pull through with a victory. Suffering from poorness, Stella would have to conjure up another creative way to get a free meal for the both of them after this. "You're a little cheater! I like it." She nudges her arm before plopping down in the chair. Once seated and the ride begins to go around, she faces Kaia. "I'll get you dessert too if you can con us onto the next ride."

"Why are tall guys always afraid of heights?" She's picked up on that odd similarity with a couple of other tall guys. Weren't they already used to having their heads in the clouds? "You have a golden pass? Wow. You could have been my victim. You're lucky I saw someone else first." But not too lucky since the other guy did receive a pretty good kiss while she swiped it. Although something tells her this tall handsome stranger has no problem finding hot girls to make out with. "So are you rich? You don't look like the rest of Siesta's power sharks. With their ties on too tight and their high blood pressure turning their faces red." They all looked like they spent their afternoons on cocaine, crime, and coffee. Stella was a frequent enjoyer of two out of three. Cocaine wasn't her thing. She preferred weed.

It was the first real off day Adriana's had since moving to the key. The people here were nice, for the most part. Except the Siesta Key, Keypsies who were threatened by any pretty face that garnered the attention of their wealthy husbands. Growing up around the mountains of Montana, Adriana wasn't used to it. "That was impressive." Not only had she managed to rob a poor, unsuspecting jock but she'd successfully pissed off his girlfriend in the process who was headed with an invisible pitchfork in their direction. "Oh.... shit."

"Oh fuck," Stella doubled over in laughter before raising her middle finger at the angry girlfriend who was now shrinking as the ride raised them higher into the air. "Well just to be safe, it's probably best to thank me and fear me. You know, not to rule anything out." She giggled, flashing her a wide and breathless smile. It was only then that she noticed how gorgeous the other girl was. Olivia would be so jealous if she saw them together. It was kind of their tradition to ride the ferris wheel every year and scream profanities like 'I'm going to pee' or 'i'm going to throw up' to make the people below them panic. It was so funny. But with Adem in the picture now nothing was the same. "Did I, like, kidnap you from someone? There's no way you're here alone. You're too pretty."

After his run in with Cali, Marco needed a breather, a distraction to keep his mind from running wild with regrets over the choice he made five years ago. As it turns out, distraction came in the form of a tiny person he hadn't gotten to see since his release offering him a free pass on the ferris wheel. He shook his head with chuckle. "Only you would greet a person after not seeing him for five years with a stolen express pass." he teased, but that didn't mean he was about to turn her down. "Lead the way." he finally conceded. Distraction accepted.

"I'm emotionally stunted, sue me." She laughed, still tugging on his wrist. Not that she could move him if he were to protest. He was a lot bigger than she remembered. She barely recognized him with the added muscle and facial hair. "So breaking and entering huh? Never took you for the type." They slip easily into the express lane and are led into a cart by the operator. She was used to the men in her life disappearing and going to jail. Her father, her brother, Marco. They all abandoned her at one time or another even if they didn't mean to. It was no wonder why she gave up on dating for a while. And then more recently began noticing her feelings for her best friend Olivia were a little more than platonic.

Cam blinked a few times as clarity started to trickle in and he could process what he was actually seeing. He glanced around the pool house, noting the open bag on the floor with what appeared to be the woman's belongings and the fact that she had very clearly just gotten out of the shower. If he had to guess, he would assume she was planning on staying here, not robbing the place. Slowly, as he steadied his breathing, he loosened his grip on the golf club, lowering it a bit but still holding onto it, just in case. "What the fuck do I want?" he echoed, cocking his head to the side a bit and trying not to laugh at the fact an intruder was asking him that as if he was the one breaking in. "I wanna know why a stranger is walking around my pool house acting like she owns the damn place??"

"Your—" pool house? The owners came home? She didn't expect someone around her age to own such a big house. Then again, her age didn't have much credibility to begin with. She owned three long tees and a few torn stockings. She had little to nothing with no guarantee she'll ever be anything more than a vagrant. "I didn't know the owners came home. Not that that's an excuse." She sucked in a deep breath and relaxed against the wall she was pressed against. Her heart rate was going down now as the fear of being bludgeoned with a golf club subsided. "No harm, no foul, right? No one was here for months. I didn't steal or break anything... So you don't have to call the cops." She couldn't tell if he was a reasonable person or not. Although if she were in his shoes, she would definitely call the police. It was creepy, but she wasn't a drug addict or a criminal. Kind of. Petty crimes and marijuana, but nothing more. "It's dark out! Like, can I at least stay here one more night?"

He shrugged "I mean I am always one that is down to try, like it don't hurt to try to me" like he try anything once and had learned to do a lot while he worked growing up. He didn't care what people did he had seen it all over the years really. " I did just on the sand sometimes a tent" he chuckled a moment whatever did work for him at the time. "Oh I did that before it's nice they always leave at sundown" that you had more time just had to get out early. "Same here" he nodded he had hard time for a while till he moved to down and at last landed on his feet. He nodded "I try to be" like he liked to roll with life and enjoy all people that were around him really. "Later maybe" he winked at her just for fun. "But I am more like southside boy then beach boy now" he smirked as he ate his tacos. @stellatravers

"A southside boy huh?" She'll have to see it to believe it. She knows almost every guy on the southside and none of them were as nice as him. They would have made her trade something for a taco and soda. Bright was purer of heart. But if he has another side to him she'd be interested in seeing for herself. "Okay, well then call me." She grabs his hand from across the table and writes her number on his palm in marker. "If you don't call me then I'll start believing you're really a southside boy. But something tells me you'll call, beach boy." @brightcreek

"Then keep him wet. Easy peasy," she smiles with soft laughter. It doesn't take much to keep a guy invested. Stella has been conning drinks among other things for the past few months on her looks alone. "I love the way you think." She accepts the highball glass from the bartender and takes a drink with the slightest wince. "I was raised on cheap beer. It's all my brother drinks. Unfortunately no sugar daddy. But if you know where to find them, I'd love to go shopping." She wouldn't be opposed to being a sugar baby. It would certainly keep her out of handcuffs —unless he'd be into that. "What about you? If we're taking from Seth I'm guessing you don't have a sugar daddy? Who's Seth to you?" @hansach

He laughed lightly . "it's not that bad not really only older people" there was some more then other places but it wasn't that bad really. He really didn't notice the age of everyone that came into the bar. He messed with his hair for a moment "I mean you are close" he said with a sigh "They call me barback but I clean and move stuff around the bar, I can make drinks and cook" he smirked he did it all a moment. "But I work there since the owner was cool i ,moved here and didn't... have a place to go and I was sleeping out on the beach by it and he asked me if I wanted to work and let me clean" he smiled a moment "and hard to get a job with you stopped school when you were 12" he said shaking his head he didn't mind that fact about him. He laughed and shook his head "what makes you think that I go for older ladies?" he laughed. "I mean I dont care about any and gender really but I tend to enjoy closer to my age" he winked at her. "I think the homeless beach bum look just works for me"

"Sounds like you can do it all." She smiled, finished with her taco now. She patted her lips to make sure she wasn't embarrassing herself and then slipped the spliff from behind her ear. She wouldn't light it until after he left. She didn't want to get him into trouble. He seemed like a good person. "You were sleeping on the beach? Felt. I've been sleeping at the lifeguard station. But I found a new place so no worries." They seemed to have more in common than she originally thought. Which was nice because she always felt like an outcast among the sea of wealth. "So you're a free spirit. That makes us kindred." She places the spliff against her lips and raises her eyebrows. "If you change your mind and want to toke, you'll know where to find me, beach boy."

starter for: @stellatravers location: cameron's house

Climbing over the fence into the massive yard complete with a large pool and patio furniture, Stella was none the wiser that someone had returned to their house after being away for so long. She'd been squatting here for a few weeks, sleeping in the pool house, tanning poolside, and even skinny dipping with the privilege of a high fence and ultimate privacy.