While the Goths and Crumplebottoms were ruling over Pleasantview, the Veronaville area was beginning to bustle itself. The Capps were among the first families in.
Antony Capp was always excited to have company over. The Crumplebottoms had stopped by to introduce themselves on the way back from touring nearby colleges with their teenage daughter.
“Come in, come in! I was just about to fix some dinner!”
Antony was a gourmand for sure, and loved spending time in the kitchen trying new recipes.
But though he loved to cook, it didn’t make him the world’s best chef. Even Pop-Tarts occasionally stumped him. Luckily there was no lasting damage from the occasional kitchen fire, unless you count Antony’s bruised ego.
He soon developed a bit of an obsessive-compulsive disorder. Sometimes he would just freak out in the strangest places, banging his head lightly against the wall mumbling to himself. He was terrified one day he’d burn the house down and everything he’d worked for till now would be destroyed.
Scribonia was Antony’s daughter, and she loved sports. She was enrolled in the local preparatory school, where she secured a spot on the varsity girls’ basketball team.
Cleopatra knew a long time ago that it was destiny when she met a man by the name of Antony. She was the quiet type, preferring to read for hours, and could most often be found on the ballet barre.
Not only did Cleopatra enjoy dancing, but music as well. She even found a violin and began learning how to play. She was quite terrible to begin with, but it brought her so much joy, and soon her playing sounded less like a screeching cat and more like actual music.
Their lives were fairly uneventful. Scribonia racked up scholarships for college and played basketball in her spare time. Then the Caesars came into their lives…