[color=fff200][h1] Let Them Sing [/h1][/color]
[color=bc8dbf][right][h2] Kijo Kokorensin[/h2][/right][/color]


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The thoughts would attack her mind like ravenous wolves, as images of the night that changed her life would flash in her mind. How long had Kijo been walking, the short haired woman would pause, looking around. She had made her way into a lonely alley way, it’s where she liked too reside, mostly because most people didn’t want anything to do with it. The Outsider had been no where in sight luckily, it would often obey her orders. She wasn’t in the mood for it, she didn’t even want too see it right now, even though it had done nothing in particular for her. The smell of smoke would dance around her nostrils, but only for a moment and that scent would pull her from her thoughts, as she would look around. Realizing in fact that she had traveled quiet the ways away from the Golden Peking, and away form her normal hide out. This area had been uncharted too her, completely new- and she had been, completely- lost. 

However, she didn’t seem too worried about this fact, after all when you could float up and get the bird’s eye view of a situation, not much could worry her, however, just because she was easy going didn’t mean she was all knowing, in fact the woman dressed in all white would pause staring at the scene in front of her.  Was...the circus in town or was this city just the epicenter of oddities. A girl laid flat out against a building, it appeared as if her clothes- or the remainder of her clothes were a [i]few[/i] sizes too tight. The emerald orbs would then flicker over too a burn mark scorched into the ground down below. A man seemed too be smack in the center of it all, or so The Outsider would call him; The eye of the storm. Kijo was rather clueless too the matter and without her Stand by her side would appear as another oddly dressed human, just living in this world. 

Her eyes would trail across the street, there was a person asleep or perhaps drunk and passed out on top of a washer, she could see them clearly through the windows of the Laundromat. Looking too the woman, Kijo would sigh. Well, she couldn’t leave [s]a woman[/s] anyone stranded on the streets like that, even if they would have deserved it. Glancing warily over too the man, she’d walk across the street calmly. Man, she wished she could have gotten her trench coat- even though it wouldn’t be much. How was she going too help this woman? [color=fff200][i]"Well.. you could probably let her know clothes her size would fit better. “[/i][/color] the smooth voice of The Outsider could be heard as the creature would materialize behind her in an whirlwind of feathers behind her. 

The emerald eyes would move towards the being. [color=bc8dbf]“I don’t recall needing you.” [/color]She would murmur under her breath, The stand would scoff. When didn’t Kijo need it, The Outsider was a well needed item to Kijo, and her ... activities. [color=fff200][i]”We aren’t a charity, helping too much isn’t always a good thing, it puts you on the radar..”[/i][/color]  [color=bc8dbf]“You put me on the radar.”[/color] She would growl suddenly, and The Stand would pause, it couldn’t argue with her, she had a good point. Kijo couldn’t deny The Outsider either, they both held up very valid points. She couldn’t act as if she had been every ones savior. Glancing too the woman she’d walk by her, she couldn’t even save her own family... 

The thought would cause her too turn sharply on her heels back towards the woman, stopping infront of her.  [color=bc8dbf]“Hey... so....”[/color] Fuck, she wasn’t good with human interaction. [color=bc8dbf] “You look like you are in a rut, anyway I could help?”[/color] she would ask casually, as she would smile too the girl. [color=fff200] [i]”Oh sure, and while you are at it, you can help the drunk in the laundromat...”[/i] [/color]The Outsider would growl sarcastically. Kijo never looked out for herself, at least in The Outsider’s eyes, she had been a toddler with an adventure streak, and The Outsider had been the over-worked, and very tired parent straggling after her- or at least, that’s how the Outsider had seen things.  Kijo would grin at the words, a restless smile too match her restless mind. The Outsider had known what that look had meant, the being had been apart of Kijo so she hadn’t even had too say the words. 

No doubt Kijo would go too help the wrongly assumed drunk- Vinnie- in the Laundromat. 

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[@Lugubrious]