In the heat of summer sunshine Who: Bubbles and Kristen Where: In front of the Peloe house When: Morning
Aunt whatever-her-name-was had tried to tell Bubbles that she was going to day-care. Bubbles had decided to let her take her there so that she could see what it was like. She hadn't even needed to walk in the door to know that at least one of the women in charge was angelic. And she'd find her way down to the ninth circle of hell before she'd let herself be subjected to being baby-sat by some do-gooder angelic whatever the hell she was. Come on, it was bad enough that she was living in a trailer park. Something was going to have to be done about that situation before people other than the queen of the anti-supernatural idiots found out where she was living. Kids at the school she was supposed to be going to sure as hell better not find out and try teasing her for it. That wouldn't go down anywhere near well and she thought it might look bad if she pushed someone off the jungle gym on her very first day at her new school. But she'd pitched a fit about going, allowed her aunt to take her home, and after she'd gotten distracted by her soaps and brandy she'd snuck out.
Why? Because she could. Because she was bored. Because anything was better than sitting around that house watching her supposed aunt and legal guardian drink her liver rotten.
Skipping along, singing some song that she was pretty sure had come from those days when she was still a child-star and hadn't started killing off various families for her giggles, Bubbles took in the neighborhood. Scarlet Oak was far too quaint. Oak trees growing along the road to shade the sidewalks, little gardens, kids playing in the front yard while their parents or baby-sitters or big siblings sat on the porch... god it was like someone had taken a clipping out of a magazine and turned it into a place. Could it be any more sickening? Now if could spread a little blood there, dangle a skull from that tree and maybe set someone on fire then that'd be a pleasant neighborhood. Maybe that was what Hell was like. Slowing to a walk, the heat was annoying and making her dress stick to her skin which made her tail feel all slippery, Bubbles came to a stop when she heard a puppy bark. Her face lit up in a smile and she turned immediately, taking in a rather ordinary yard. On the front porch was a girl who looked about her supposed age, drawing in some sort of a pad. And the barking had come from the backyard. Someone has a puppy. And she's probably going to school with me. Fishing a bouncing ball out of her pocket, Bubbles 'dropped' it and chased it up the sidewalk, coming to a stop at the foot of the stairs. Glancing up she widened her eyes like she was surprised to see the girl. "Oh, sorry, ball got away from me. Hey! You look like you're my age! I'm Bubbles, I'm new." I'm going to gag from carrying on a child's conversation when all I want is your dog.