Hank pulled up to the community in his truck, with his daughters car being towed on an improvised trailer. Hank's daughter was definitely still pissed, and with reason, but Hank had his reasons. Truth be told as long as she was safe Hank didn't care how pissed she was. "[color=ed1c24]Welcome to our new home baby girl[/color]" Hank got out of the truck and took a look at the community he had decided to move too. The houses were nice, there was a collection of buildings, and no one to worry about stabbing him in the back.

Hank daughter got out of the passenger door. "[color=662d91]Don't! Ever, call me, Baby girl. Ever.[/color]" She grabbed her few bags out of the back of the pickup truck and started walking into the town. "[color=662d91]Which fucking house is the one that you forced us into?[/color]" Hank knew that this was going to take a while to get use to. Hopefully... it wouldn't last forever. "[color=ed1c24]Number six, feel free to pick a room other then the master room. I paid for the travel so that's mine.[/color]" She just glared and started walking off. "[color=ed1c24]I'll make it up to her later.[/color]" He started unloading his things from the truck onto his shoulder. He was going to have to make trips just because of quantity, but he was determined to make as few as possible.