#janeargent

Isaac was running in the woods, practicing for the upcoming lacrosse game. It was a nice change to his life to have time to worry about small things like that, instead of Alphas and Darachs and generally the bad guys. He had been running somewhere around the old Hale house, because he'd grown to know the woods better there, and when he decided to reach the abandoned building to sit down and rest a bit, he was surprised to see someone already there. "Hey," he said, frowning.

⊰ ; ♕ —— The suitcase that rolled behind her was the only noise around her besides the sound of cars passing by. Cool beacon hills air ran over her ; causing her straight dark brown locks swirl in the wind. Her hair slapping her on the cheek as the wind continued to hit her. Not that long ago she had reached the small town of Beacon Hills. Needing to escape from her own small town , Mystic Falls. A town that had supernatural creatures practically crawling around ; infested with them. Needing to leave she thankfully had a family around , in the states. So here she was in California. Searching for the McCall's , but now she was too worried about finding a place to stay until then. At that moment she really wished that she did more research.