Wandering {open}

[priscilla]

The sky overhead matched the colors of the city of Edge; pearly gray to compliment the spidery steel structures all around. Cars and human pedestrians milled through Edge's streets, barely organized. A pair of sharp brown eyes flitted about, taking it all in, memorizing landmarks for later reference. Bits of somewhat messy brown hair were blinked out of one of the aforementioned eyes as a lone fourteen-year-old walked the streets of the new city.

Priscilla really did get around, considering she was on her own, she contemplated, pausing by a building wall. The former dolphin trainer shrugged a caseless guitar off one shoulder, rubbing the spot where the strap had irritated the skin exposed by her tank top. Sitting down and grasping the guitar neck in one hand while placing the body on her knee, Priscilla lifted her black driver's cap from her head, pulling out of it a red guitar pick as she went, placing the cap on the cement in front of her. The latest way to earn money--through guitar playing! It was one of the more honest ways Priscilla had come by her gil, rather strangely tame, but perhaps it would work well today and she wouldn't have to think too much this morning/afternoon.

After a couple hours, by which time it was about one o'clock in the afternoon, Priscilla had earned enough money for a fairly decent meal. She bought herself some food in a nearby convenience store, and by the time she'd finished, the patch of skin under the guitar strap was getting very red. Deciding that it was time the guitar and she parted ways, and that the pair of black flip flops on her feet were wearing too thin, given the holes that were starting to appear along the area where the balls of her feet went, Priscilla went to a shoe store, and ten minutes later walked out guitar free and wearing a brand new pair of green converse high tops. It might have seemed odd to some people--that was a livelihood right there that Priscilla had traded for a pair of shoes. The thing was that she wasn't terribly attached to that mode of income, seeing as she'd only obtained it at the last town she'd been to, Kalm had been the name of it, and there were other ways she could get money.

Her latest pair of discarded flip flops lay abandoned in the gutter. Priscilla kicked her feet into the air and pulled the brim of her driver's cap lower over her eyes, tanned calves cut off from view just below the knees by her white gause skirt. For lack of anything better to do, the teenager climbed atop a large packing container and sat there, her legs dangling off the side, waiting for someone of interest to come along.

[onyveth]

Onyveth walked along the streets of Edge, browsing... more like examining through each and every building she passed. Her stomach grumbled and looked at the watch that clung around her wrist. She hadn't eaten a thing all day and it must be nearing lunchtime, she thought. There must be a bar or resturant of some sort nearby.

A couple of minutes later, she chanced upon a small shoe store with some interesting items on display. Onyveth basically pressed her nose against the glass, observing each and every leather strapped boot and shoe carefully. But it was hunger that was taunting her, not the desire for a new footware. Defeated, Onyveth turned away, until something caught her eye...

[glow=blue,2,300]"Erm, excuse me? That for sale?"[/glow] she asked, peeking her head in as she opened the door to reveal herself, referring to the guitar the store clerk was holding. She was quite curious... what was a guitar doing in a shoe store? After 10 minutes of negotiation, it came to the conclusion that the clerk would sell it to her for a sweet deal of 900 gil. Onyveth dug into her pockets and pulled out the exact amount that was due. She bit her lower lip... 900 gil would easily pay for a good meal and a place to stay. But then again, how would she earn any money once the 900 she had were up? With a guitar, she could easily peddle for money on the streets, an easy profit and more convienient since she traveled all the time.

[glow=blue,2,300]"You got a deal."[/glow] she said finally, placing the cash onto his hands. Ony made a look as if she had made a grave mistake - it was either she was going to starve tonight, or not... She walked out of the store with guitar in hand and went to the corner of the street. There were some onlookers, curious as to what she was about to do next but Onyveth thought it was quite apparent. She leaned against the wall, dropped her hat on the ground (clearly implying for a tip) and started to play a simple tune, wondering who would be the first person to tip her off... the man walking by with a can of coke in his hand? The girl on top of a large packing container? Or would it be that woman walking with her five-year-old son on the way to the market?

This plan of gaining a profit it seems, she thought, wasn't turning out exactly as she expected...


((Sorry... I was in the zone xD))

[priscilla]

Priscilla leaned forward over her seated legs, forearms on her thighs to support the rest of her torso as she looked out over what small amount of the whole of Edge that she could see from her vantage point. Brown optics swept the surrounding area; for as no one particularly worth bothering or talking to had come by, it would soon fall to Priscilla to go actively looking for trouble.

A bright flash, seconds later recognized as the shine of reflected sunlight, caught her eye, and the former dolphin trainer turned her gaze to fixate on the mirror-like shine of black varnish. A flicker of recognition, and a low chuckle found its way from the back of her throat out into the world.

A dark-haired girl, probably three or four years older than she, hat placed out in front of her in much the same way as hers had been moments before, was strumming out a simple but pleasant tune, clearly hoping to be reimbursed by the generosity of the passing citizens of Edge. It probably would have been going better, too, if Priscilla hadn't been doing the exact same thing not two hours ago. Slightly amused, she leaned back, placing both hands, elbows locked behind her to support her weight.

Crossing her converse-clad feet at the ankles, Priscilla smirked as she spoke.

"You're wasting your time," she said, flicking a piece of hair out of her tanned face. "Most of the people going by here were going the opposite way a couple hours ago. I sorta cleaned 'em outta their gil-for-the-homeless fund for the day, I'm thinking." Scooping her legs up from dangling over the edge of the packing container where she sat and folding them kindergarten-style then sitting up straight again, she went on, "I traded that," she said, inclinging her head to the lovely guitar in the blue-eyed girl's hands, "for a pair'a shoes." Her smirk was still firmly in place.

[onyveth]

Onyveth continued to play the first tune that popped into her head. It was a song that she had heard over and over for the past week or so, somewhere in the radio. It was just a shame that she didn't know the lyrics to that particular song, otherwise she would've sung along to give out a more interesting performance.

A fellow onlooker called out, and Onyveth could only presume she was addressing to her. So... she was the one responsible that these passerby's were gonna cause her to starve, Onyveth thought as she ended her song and turned to look at the girl. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a smirk to greet her. She was slightly younger than her... and probably a little shorter as well by an inch or two.

[glow=blue,2,300]"This was... yours?"[/glow] she asked, looking down at the guitar and back at her with such curiosity. It was a strange coincidence that she happened to chance upon the previous owner of this stringed instrument; but a coincendence nonetheless, and began to realize why a guitar was in a shoe shop at last. She looked on at the shoes the girl had bartered the instrument with, raising an eyebrow, as if admiring the girl's taste in style.

[glow=blue,2,300]"Guess I'll have to peddle somewhere else, then"[/glow] she said, picking up her empty hat and carried the guitar over her shoulder. But then she stopped to turn around to the girl once again... [glow=blue,2,300]"You didn't... y'know... empty out people's wallets from down this lane... did you?" [/glow]she asked with a hint sarcasm in her voice, although it was a real question.

[priscilla]

"This was...yours?"

The concept seemed to be so foreign as to induce quite a bit of surprise. This induced slight amusement coupled with the look on the girl's face, and Priscilla nodded, adding, "Yep." The fourteen-year-old noticed the girl's silent visual appraisal of her choice in footwear and said nothing. She waited for a moment for the older girl to say something else, then was gratified.

"Guess I'll have to peddle somewhere else, then."

"Sorry man, meddling kid's gotta eat," Priscilla said, shrugging. "But it looks that way, unless you've got somethin' cooler than guitar to show off." She watched as the older girl turned and started walking away, then stopped and posed her question.

"Uh-uh," said the former dolphin trainer, shaking her head to emphasise her point. "Should be decent haul down there." Dropping her feet once more, Priscilla kicked the side of the abandoned packing container halfheartedly in boredom.

ooc: Sorry, that was a kind of lame post. I'll do better next time, I swears it! *puppy eyes* *Smeagle imitation*

[onyveth]

((No worries. I've been making really crappy posts lately >.<))

[glow=purple,2,300]"Looks like I've got a place to play then."[/glow] Onyveth murmured, as she hauled her new guitar over her shoulder.

[glow=purple,2,300]"Speakin' of eattin', you know a good place around here to get a meal? I'm starved."[/glow] she added. Onyveth still hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, and yesterday seemed pretty long ago. This girl however, obviously seemed to know this place pretty well, and decided to rely on her for directions.

[priscilla]

Priscilla shrugged at the girl's query as per eating areas. As she hopped down from her sitting place, her hands went to the place just above her knees to insure that her flapping gauze skirt didn't show anything it shouldn't. Landing with just a little stress on her ankles, Priscilla hooked a thumb into the belt she wore over the skirt.

"Well, there's a few places," she said simply, "but that one," she jerked her head to indicate a tiny restaurant across the square, "is cheapest I saw around here." She now leaned against the thing she'd just been sitting on, hooking one calf across the other, resting one foot heel-up, toe pointed down against the pavement, other foot planted firmly to hold her up.

[onyveth]

ooc - holy crap!! This was buried under so much topics, I didn't realize you posted!! Gomenasai!! (Sorry!)


Onyveth looked on at the resturant the girl recommended. She said it was cheap - quite convienient enough. She dug into her pockets only to pull out some lint. She had forgotten the fact she had already paid most of her cash for the guitar.

[glow=purple,2,300]"I guess I'll have to pass for now..."[/glow] she said reluctantly. It was almost embarrassing to admit she couldn't afford a cheap meal... [glow=purple,2,300]"Oh, I'm Ony, by the way. You from around here?"[/glow]

[priscilla]

If Priscilla were a rather different type of person, she might have felt a twinge of sympathy for the older girl as a doomed scouring of pockets came up fruitless, only lint to show for it. However, the fourteen-year-old gave a mental shrug to the little voice called Conscience and watched the girl blankly.

"I guess I'll have to pass for now..."

"Been there," muttered Priscilla, though not bitterly. It had never really bothered her, skipping a meal here and there. It came with the beauty of being free to go wherever whenever--nothing to tie you down, but nothing to depend on at the same time. It was a great way of life. When things got crazy, you were the most likely to survive. The random kid, able to group up or split off at any time. Ah, freedom.

"Oh, I'm Ony, by the way. You from around here?"

"Nope," said Priscilla, in answer to the girl's question, turning her head about a quarter of an inch to each side for a muted emphasis. "I'm from Junon, actually. Been sorta wandering for a while, y'know?" She paused for a moment before going on, "oh, and my name's Priscilla, but you'd better find something else to call me really fast. Nice to meetcha, Ony."

[onyveth]

Find something else to call her really fast? She chuckled a bit, not that it was funny but understood if she wanted some sort of nickname instead. Which was why she gave out her name as Ony instead of Onyveth... she knew it was quite a mouthful. She would've changed it, but it was something her parents had given her. The parents she never knew. Priscilla in itself seemed to be a nice name, in her opinion. [glow=purple,2,300]"'kay... Priss."[/glow]
She listened intently as Priscilla stated she came from Junon. She had never been there but had heard of its reputation as a city. Right there and then she made a mental note to herself to one day get the oppertunity to at least visit and check that place out... [glow=purple,2,300]"Yea, I get ya... I'm kinda wandering too. Hey, I'm just curious... you wouldn't happen to know anyone by the name of Isa, do you?"[/glow]