Sansa=Sisko=Witness Protection

[Sansa]

The blonde beauty, Layla Brown was a normal California beach girl enjoying simple things such as the sun, the beach, shopping, and playing music. She excelled in playing the piano and grew active in music concerts and contests. Her father was a normal gentlemen with a secret business deal with the wrong men.

Hiding in the attic as her father told her to, she heard the breaking of glass, the shot of a gun, a cry of pain and silence before mumbling happened between a few men. She could hear glass breaking again, and a thorough search going on in her house. Layla had no time to warn her mother since she left her phone down stairs. After thinking the men had left, she ran out to the front room to look out the window. Her mom was walking up the front door safely until the shot was sound and her mother went down. Covering her mouth from screaming, she looked to the side to see a car full of men. She memorized the license plate number and described the men in detail to the police. Her father was dealing with a horrible mob of men. And she had witnessed the murders and was ready to testify. But she can not testify if they find her and kill her...

Now the beach blonde beaty is under the witness protection program as the beautiful black hair mysterious Priscilla Gomez. Living in Anchorage, Alaska and leaving everyone with out warning. Living with strangers in a new home in the unfamiliar cold forced by the government to be a whole new person in a new world with a new life. Pretending her parents simply died in a fire accident and she managed out. Not even saying good bye, she must live on and hope not to be found.
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The car ride with her "Aunt and Uncle" involved with the governments witness protection program picked up Priscilla from the airport and went over her cover story very thoroughly until she could repeat it by memory with out hesitation. It irritated her to no end by when she could memorize her story, they let her sit in silence. Alaska was cold... very different from her old LA Home. Being away from the sun and under protection made her tan fade. Now she was meant to be Priscilla Gomez, an edgy rocker living in Anchorage Alaska with her Aunt and Uncle after her parents died in a car accident in Ohio.

A tour of her small new house, a filling dinner that felt empty to her, and another round of her story with her guardians, before finally she was locked into her room to sleep for the night. It was a restless sleep but she woke up early in the morning for her first day of school. She wore her new black hair down and straight, and a new black dress with a leather jacket over to add some edge. Throwing on a pair of black combat boots with warming leggings, she put her makeup on, snagged a quick bite and was out the door with her "Uncle." The new look was not necessarily hard for her to grasp. She came from California where edgy style was all over. Due to her parents death, it was not hard to feel distant and angry. Making friends was not discouraged, getting close was though.

Pulling into her new school, she hopped out the car and let her uncle do the paper work as she was given her school schedule and a map to the school. Walking around aimlessly as curious stares glanced her way, she walked into room A28, met her teacher and took a seat in the back as she waited for the classroom to fill for the class to start. Everyone had their friends, had their cliques, and knew their way. She had never felt so awkard and distant untill now. Taking a deep breath, she waited silently just hoping for the day to go by quickly.