[h3][color=lightblue][b][i]| Levi [/i][/b][/color][/h3]

	Sighed, sitting up against the ships wall as she drew on her notebook. The morning rays cascaded over her legs and the notebook she drew in. She constantly switched from pencil to pencil, annoyed by the constant switching wishing that there was some kind of multi-purpose pencil that can both shade, draw small, and large lines, but that would never happen. She sipped on a cup of coffee as she drew, needing the energy from yesterday, staying up the whole night. ' I wonde-... ' the ship seemingly stopped, she didn't hear the serene noise of wind blowing against the ship was no more. Her head turned looking towards the windows a thin sheet of exhaust covered the outside. 

	Her mind pondered wondering what city they stopped at. Sighing, she knew that the crew had to leave sooner or later and there was someone already out, eager to get out of the ship...'Prince?' she asked herself, the odd and narcissistic name floated within her head for a few minutes. Her hands supported her as she stood up, grabbing her satchel, stuffing her art pack and notebook within the small pockets of the satchel. 

	Now another man had exited the ship, his shoes clacking against the seemingly metal material as he did so, 'Taran was it?'. Asking herself as he looked towards him, the red hair, the hazel eyes, odd...it was, but that would be hypercritic as she had a pair of blue eyes and long blue pigtails...the total weirdo package, her father had the same looks but he...well he had this rainbow-funky-town-lets-go-and-part-scientific-look. Once again, she sighed walking towards the exit, following Taran. This city had pollution problems...pollution, Ballard. The name stung in her mind, the scent of its name seemingly blinded her.

	She simply shrugged, walking next to Taran staying mute as she walked beside him. Stopping as he spoke to Audrey, Audrey was a small boy for his age. ' The yaoi is strong with this one..' she says, the sentence echoing in her mind...and maybe in her soul. She grabbed her 'speak' notebook from the satchel, writing- 

[center] " So...shall we four go and get some coffee within this polluted city? " [/center]

She wrote, the hand writing in cursive, wondering if Audrey could read it...but of course, she had always mistook him for a child. 

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