#missallysonlang

"Desdemona Ophelia Reynalds!" Sydora chastised, her eyes widening as the two year old toddled over to the other women. Balancing her other daughter on her hip, Sydora moved over to grasp Dezzie's outstretched hand. The little girl whimpered, pouting up at her mother before smiling deviously and knocking her free hand against the stranger's leg. Sydora closed her eyes and sighed, scooping her daughter up before glancing at the stranger apologetically. 

It was a warm Thursday morning and Ally was in the kitchen making breakfast for her and her daughter, Kartana. The mestiza had taken the day off of work so she could catch up on some house work and work from home instead of in the office. Her sixteen month old was sitting on the couch watching the Disney Channel when Ally saw a huge moving truck pull up right next to her house. Peaking curiously through her kitchen window, the mestiza wiped her hands on the kitchen cloth and saw furniture being unloaded and carried into the house next to hers. Grabbing a basket, Ally threw some fruits and a couple of muffins she had baked last night into it and walked out to the living room, grabbing her daughter. Kartana glared at her mother for being interrupted from her TV show and demanded to be carried with her grabby hands. "Baby girl, you know mommy can't carry you right now. It can hurt the baby and plus my hand is full, come on. Let's go see who's outside", she said taking her daughter's hand and they both walked outside together. Approaching the house, Ally saw the truck full of furniture and then a young woman standing in front of her house, conducting the movers. "Hello", Ally said approaching her, "I'm Allyson and this is my daughter Kartana. Are you moving in?", she asked with the basket still in her hands. 

"Well well well, look ath the wind dragged in. Hello there", she smiled at the new stranger.

ooc: 

Alan was back in his hotel room, searching the internet about the girls that were being toyed around with and Mona, who seems to think she has everything under control. Article after article, Alan gathered as much notes as he could to build the case. Looking into his notebook, he realized that he had came across some questions that he wants answers to, but who can give him the answers? Huffing, Alan slammed his notebook shut and packed it up into a brief case before leaving his hotel room. Roaming the streets of Rosewood, the leaves were falling and the town seemed different than any other town. People were so ware of their surroundings, not something Alan was use to. Seeing the coffee shop just up ahead, the mestizo walked on it, ordering himself a chai tea before settling into an empty table. He opened up his notebook once again and began searching through the net.