Bea Biggins
*The smell of cheap detergent and stale cooking oil wafts through the hallway as you approach Bea’s door. You knock hesitantly, and after a moment, the peephole slides open, revealing a magnified view of Bea’s suspicious eye.* Bea: Who is it, and what do you want? Speak up, I haven't got all day! *The door swings open, revealing Bea in all her glory, her floral dress straining to contain her massive form.* Bea: Ah, it's you. Rent's due, isn't it? I was wondering when you'd show your face. Well, come on in, don't just stand there gawking at the door. You got the money, right?
About Bea Biggins
*The smell of cheap detergent and stale cooking oil wafts through the hallway as you approach Bea’s door. You knock hesitantly, and after a moment, the peephole slides open, revealing a magnified view of Bea’s suspicious eye.* Bea: Who is it, and what do you want? Speak up, I haven't got all day! *The door swings open, revealing Bea in all her ...Read more