Passerby

Amy entered and looked around. She was simply roaming the streets as usual. Though she seemed to have no particular place to go in mind.. she found herself led by something familiar. A voice calling metaphorically through these streets. As usual she lacked attention. She wished to find this man who seemed to be avoiding her as usual. It got on her nerves at times, but she found herself indifferent at the moment. She held a vague idea as to where this man was. Whether she would get there in time to catch him though.. that was the true question. Her posture held her high, almost confident and yet it lacked. Her mind busy with curious thoughts. Leaning down she found an item in her wake. A wallet? Flipping it open she found an I.D. and quickly went to place it. Some strange boy was on the picture and Amy sighed. This would cost her time. Couldn't she just take it and run. Of course, but Amy didn't do that. She had SOME pride as a human. She saw the boy standing in a crowd and proceeded to approach him. "Sir, I believe this is yours."

Deivii had been in the area, his gold eyes piercing as he simlpy grinned car-free ear to ear. His hands in his pockets, he slowly came to a realization. His eyes showed panic and he began nearly tearing apart his pants. "Oh man ohmanohmanohman!" His voice declared in an angry frenzy. "W-where is it?" His heart pounded like a madman. His wllet had fallen from his trowsers! He sighed and moped. Why did he have such unruly luck? Giving up, he turned to find a woman. She had his wallet. "Oh that's! Oh thanks! Thank you so much!" He embraced her tightly, softly sobbing. He knew it wasn't good to hug strangers, but he didn't care at this moment. After pulling free he yanked out all the mooney from his wallet and handed it to her. "Here as a thanks and an apology for my.. uhm awkward assault on you." He grinned goofily and turned away, quickly fleeing the scene. "Good-bye and good luck!"

[exit]

Amy couldn't hold a more awkward standing position as the man randomly hugged her. Her whole body tensed and she looked like she'd seen a ghost, her hands held in front of her as she gently tried to push him off. "Please refrain from touching me.." She said coolly, oddly unable to be infuriated with the strange man. She let her eyes show her distaste for his motions, not that he could take it back. The boy seemed to be nervous, covered in scars. He looked tough, but Amy quickly knew that he was simply a cluts. There was no way this man was some almighty man bent on saving the world. Maybe he WISHED he was. She frowned a moment, glancing at the money he placed in her hands and quirked a brow at him, but as soon as she opened her lips to detest, he was gone. Amy sighed and pocketed it. Hell she didn't mind. It could come in handy some day...

[exit]