Her feet pounded against the ground as Vivian approached the famous monument as fast as her short legs would take her. "No, no--wait!' she gasped, slowing to a stop as she saw the helicopters raise into the air and fly off into the horizon. "No," she repeated with a whine, her breathing labored as she dropped to her hands her knees. [i]God dammit,[/i] she thought angrily, hitting her fist to what remained of the grass. The young woman gave herself a moment to recover, panting as angry slurs bounced around in her head. 

When she could breathe normally, she groaned and slowly pushed herself to her feet. "Bloody fuckin' hell," she muttered, brushing her hair out of her face to observe the depressed, broken environment. She approached the Washing Monument, looking it up and down before gazing around at the others--there weren't many. It'd be hard to get away with any stealing with such a small crowd, but that thought was quickly followed by the realization, [i]V, you won't be using money much anymore, anyways.[/i] She sighed, debating who to to approach and what to do with them. She wasn't fond of being lonely.

Anyone with a kid was immediately off the list. She wasn't going to deal with some snotty brat and the parents would without a doubt be stingy for the kids' sake. Happy couples had her rolling her eyes, so that only left the loners--they didn't have much to live for anyway. Easy to mooch off of. Eventually her gaze settled on a man reclining against the monument, a cigarette in hand. [i]Wonder if he'd be willing to share,[/i] she pondered, reshouldering her book bag as she hesitantly started walking in his general direction. Of course, she didn't want to be too obvious, so her eyes wandered anywhere else and her steps were lazy.