Sans avoir un permis de conduire acheter des courses était beaucoup plus de corvée qu'il ne devait l'être. Barbara a appris cette leçon à la dure façon ce dimanche matin quand elle a saisi deux sacs en plastique dans une main et équilibré un autre sac en papier rempli sur sa hanche. En plus du sac, elle a mis son courrier, y compris le loyer de ce mois-ci. Barbara était très dépendante quand il s'agissait de ses factures et de ses paiements. Elle pourrait ne pas manger pendant quelques jours ou faire la lessive pendant une semaine ou deux, mais la fille a toujours veillé à ce que ses cotisations soient payées.
Marcher en profondeur la façon dont elle a été rencontrée avec la présence d'un des nouveaux résidents qu'elle avait remarqués est entré dans le dernier mois. Elle sourit et hoche la tête, mais ne s'arrêta pas à parler, car ses mains étaient pleines et elle préférait ne pas fondre la crème glacée qu'elle a achetée sur de petites discussions. Elle n'était pas non plus vraiment habillée pour impressionner ce matin-là, mais elle n'était pas non plus un lob complet, un peu de maquillage, mais ses cheveux sales faits dans une tressée de quelques nuits auparavant. Babs a reposé ses sacs sur le sol pour qu'elle puisse retrouver le sentiment dans ses doigts un moment avant de marcher dans le couloir jusqu'à l'ascenseur.
Arrivée à l'ascenseur, elle a pressé plusieurs fois ses doigts minces sur le bouton. Elle savait qu'une seule presse suffirait, mais plusieurs presses semblaient la rendre plus rapide, même si elle ne l'a jamais fait. Quand la porte s'est ouverte, elle est entrée. Elle a appuyé sur la clé pour le 4ème étage et s'est penchée contre la rampe froide à l'intérieur de l'arbre de l'ascenseur. Babs a serré son corps fatigué, son bras serré autour de son sac pendant que les portes rouvraient. Elle s'est cognée avec les clés de sa chaîne-clé qui s'accrochaient à son sac de livre... alors qu'elle ouvrait la porte avec sa hanche. Une forte pointe de menthe frapperait le nez de la jeune fille et de n'importe qui à l'intérieur de ce sol alors que la porte s'ouvrait pour la place de Barbara. Elle a toujours eu de l'encens, des bougies, ou un type de machine de type mèche d'air allant de sorte que son petit endroit ne sentait pas l'herbe. En plaçant ses sacs d'épicerie sur le comptoir, Barbara a fait glisser ses bottes de bois et déposé son sac de livre dans le placard qui s'ouvrait juste à côté de la porte.
Dans l'appartement n'était rien de trop classe, Barbara avait une petite kitchenette avec une table qui pouvait accueillir quatre personnes. Son salon avait un grand canapé et la télévision, dans le salon était également un bureau qui tenait diverses paperasse et une caméra qui a été prise une partie en morceaux. Art accroché sur tout le mur, à la fois acheté et fabriqué à la main. Une petite salle de bain dans le couloir, et la chambre de Barbara en face. Sa chambre était assez remplie de vêtements, de chaussures et d'autres accessoires. Un lit beaucoup plus grand que ce dont elle avait besoin prenait la plus grande partie de l'espace et une table de chevet tenait une lampe et quelques accessoires fumeurs. Si quelqu'un demande qu'ils soient des sculptures de France ou quelque chose du genre.
Après avoir déposé ses affaires et mis le courrier sur son bureau, elle a commencé à ranger tout ce qui devait être réfrigéré ou mis dans le congélateur. Il semblait que ce serait un jour assez doux, elle avait fait toutes ses courses en un temps impressionnant et aurait le reste du dimanche pour faire exactement ce que vous étiez censé faire le dimanche:
Du calme.
Full Name|
Barbara Jane Mills.
Nickname|
Babs by her friends. BJ by her enemies.
Gender|
Female
Age|
Twenty Three
Birthday|
June Seventeeth. Gemini. Yikes.
Sexuality|
Heterosexual, but has been known to kiss a girl or two.
Job/Education|
Photography major at WCC. Cashier at the convenience store.
Room Number|
Room 4B
How long have you been staying in Suncrest?|
A little over a year.

About
Appearance|
Barbara is petite, standing at around Five foot three and weighing anywhere from one hundred twenty to one hundred twenty five pounds. She doesn't work out too often, but does a lot of walking and heavy lifting at work. She also does some dancing on the weekends which helps burn off the calories of the fast food she mostly eats. Babs has sandy brown hair and light blue eyes, she hates her nose but wouldn't go as far as having plastic surgery to "fix" it. Her clothing style is very much comfort over fashion. She will be mostly seen around with plain sweaters, shirts, jeans, leggings, and sometimes on a special occasion a dress or two. She loves her Timberlands- being originally from New York she has several pair and considers them a staple in any outfit. Barbara doesn't have any predominant scars or markings across her fair skinned body. She has a single pierced lobe on each side of her head and no tattoos as of yet. She plans to get one when she can save up the money for it after finishing school this summer.
Interests|
Eye for the details: Barbara loves photography as well as traditional art, she is currently majoring in Photography at the community college. She loves to draw and paint and thinks that everyone should have at least some type of creative outlet in their life.
My girl likes to part all the time: Young, dumb, and full of cu- communication! Barbara is a social butterfly. She is outgoing and makes friends pretty easily wherever she goes. She loves to go party and drink whenever she doesn't have a late night shift.
City living: Originally from Brooklyn, New York- Barbara has a love and yearning for the city life. She loves to be on the move and in the midst of whatever is going on. If she isn't invited to go somewhere and finds out about it, she will be disappointed and upset about it for months on end. She won't let you live it down, and will remind you of this any time she has a chance.
Fears|
Creepy Crawlies: Like most people, Barbara has a fear of bugs, rodents, and some reptiles. She doesn't mind looking at them from afar but after seeing a few cockroach too many- the girl decided enough is enough and wants nothing to do with any of them. She is adamant about killing them on sight and has no remorse.
You shall not pass: Failure is a big fear and constant worry of Barbara. Though her personality would dictate that she is having a good time and her smile would say she is happy she is a constant battle within herself that she isn't doing what she needs to be doing. She decided to do major in photography because of it being her passion but she knows her mother wouldn't be the proudest of her decisions.
Personality|
Easily Manipulated. Friendly. Outgoing. Caring. Stubborn.
Babs is someone that would see you eating lunch by yourself and not hesitate to walk over and keep you company. She is usually the first one to greet you and the last to tell you goodbye. Granted, she might sit down and end up eating half of your meal while she talks to you but she means well, she cares. Barbara is not dumb, but can often appear air-headed and aloof based on her social activities and her tendency to go off on a tangent of something that she is passionate about. She wants the best for everyone and herself. However, once a seed is planted in her head or heart to put you as a bad guy, it will take a lot of energy and convincing for her to think otherwise.

History
Biography|
Barbara Jane Mills was conceived in Las Vegas, Nevada. Her parents had both been on their honeymoon with their respected spouses and ended up banging each other's brains out behind Caesar's Palace, or was it a Little Caesar's pizza? Either way, the two lovebirds had put their last relationships in the past and began the whirlwind that was Brian and Diane. A couple years had gone by but as soon as the big P word slipped from doctor's mouth, Bab's father had said he had other places to be- and thanks for the good time, it was fun. He even left a "Get well soon" card on the dresser, with about nine dollars in singles.
Diane now was dumbfounded, pregnant, and all alone. She went online and met Franklin Moore(Frank), an older gentleman who was in need of a wife and had a bit of cash to spend. Work was all that Frank knew, work and the bottom of the liquor bottle. The bottles that came each and every paycheck. Despite his addiction, he climbed the ladder and got lucky with a few well known law cases. So Diane decided to leave sin city and try to find a better life with rich man Frank in Brooklyn, New York. She didn't find any greener grass, but when Barbara was born she did find out what happiness was again. The two lived in Frank's apartment, growing up together and experiencing what life had to offer without the absence of material goods.
Growing up was smooth sailing for Babs. She was well rounded, liked by most people and an average student. She eventually left home in Brooklyn and came to Washington DC, to go to college and start off her own life. She has been in and out of apartment buildings for awhile until she finally settled in Suncrest and has been working and commuting back and forth to school for the last year and a half. 
A Memory|
"You talking about pizza like, you don't think I know about pizza?"
The Brooklyn raised girl retorted to her coworker as they sat together at lunch that afternoon. A look of disbelief on her face, but in a playful way. "I was raised in Brooklyn, I know about pizza. It's in the freaking water." she commented, as her coworker laughed. "Barbara you're ridiculous." she said as the two giggled. Babs continued to fold in half and eat her slice of pepperoni pizza that she had got from one of the heaters in the convenience store. It was not a very good slice but it would suffice until she could eat later. She thought about what she was going to make for dinner that night for her friends and her. It was coming up on their first anniversary of all meeting one another; which was exciting for her. For them.
She reached to her phone that sat on the table, sending a group text to them while she thought about it.
Cant wait to see u looooosers. I love you. Ttyl
Sending she looked up to her co-worker. The two exchanged friendly smiles, continuing their lunch as normal without many more words spoken between them. After finishing her pizza, she wiped her hands with an napkin and tossed the paper plate they had given her in the trash. Crumbling the greasy used napkin along with it. She went back to the table and grabbed her cellphone and walked back to her cash register where she would start again on her so called job. After a few hours of this she clocked out and went home.
Struggles|
Brian Mills: Brian Mills is Barbara's estranged father that left her mother when she was pregnant. Barbara doesn't let this effect her day to day life but she has always been interested in the man that he was, and who he became, and why he left in the first place. She would be very interested in finding and speaking to him one day. It would help her fill in the gaps of missing parts of herself.
Pill Popping: With the partying came the drinking, and with the drinking came the drugs. Barbara is known to go a little overboard sometime when it comes to these things and has a couple occasions where she wasn't sure if she was going to wake up the next day. She doesn't let her friends know about her problem, but wouldn't be surprised if they had an inclination of what was happening when she'd lock herself in her apartment for a few days after a night out on the town.
Family|
Father: Brian Mills: Unknown.
Step Father: Franklin Moore: Lawyer.
Mother: Diane Moore: Housewife.
Siblings: None that she is aware of.


Theme Song:
 Dej Loaf - Back Up
If I fuck and make you cum, you got to promise not to stress me
Don't be blowin' up my phone and don't be leavin' voice messages
Sayin' "I can do you right, do you better than your exes"
Extras:
Can't drive. Snores. Allergic to cats.