[b][u][center][color=f7941d]Vin[/color][/center][/u][/b]

Vin sighed frustratedly, brushing her hair from her face again. How did girls manage having their hair so long all the time? She was all but napping in the tiny little diner on the corner, barely moving at all, and yet her hair seemed to be pulled by a magnetic force into her mouth. It was maddening.

She wanted to be a boy again, but that would require finding a quiet place with no onlookers where she could strip, change form, and then redress in boy clothes. Her hair was aggravating, but the hassle of finding the energy to pull off that kind of transformation was more so.

So Vin would continue to be a girl. For now.

She scraped another loose strand of hair from her mouth and sat up, doing the best she could to straighten her bed head. She'd gotten here in the early morning, paying for breakfast and a mug of coffee, and then promptly put her head down to rest her eyes for a minute. She'd been dozing ever since, and the diner staff had apparently been distracted enough to let her.

She rubbed her eyes, feeling them water as they were assaulted with sudden sunlight. A great yawn stretched her lips, and she stretched tiredly. She subtley checked how she smelled, deciding that while it wasn't anything nice it also wasn't bad. Yet. She'd need a shower soon. Looking in the reflective napkin holder, she also decided she needed to wash her face. The make up, which had been terribly hard to pull off with any sort of skill, had smudged, and to be honest she didn't feel like reapplying it.

With another put upon sigh she stood and made her way to the bathroom, at the last second spinning on her heel to go through the women's door opposite the men's one. No one was in, and she quickly washed her face and hands, deciding to skip the hair for now, as she wanted to take a shower soon and could wash it then. She'd relieved her bladder before her impromptu nap, but apparently girls were justified when complaining about going to the bathroom all the time, because despite not having consumed anything since the last time, she had to go again.

She felt cleaner after washer her hands and face a second time, more refreshed and awake. She plopped down in her old seat and made a motion to one of the waitresses, ordering lunch. Just a burger and fries was fine with her, a can of cola to date her thirst and a milkshake for later.

Afterwards, she washed her hands and face [i]again[/i]. Just because.

She might have turned into a bit of a neat freak recently, constantly washing her hands and face and taking a shower at every available opportunity. It made her feel better when she picked up greasy food or sat on dirty stairways that she would be clean later. It was perhaps a coping mechanism to her sudden homelessness.

Just as she left the diner she became aware of a commotion occurring down the street. Something was burning, and the police were showing up. Confident she wouldn't be recognized as a girl, and if she was quick the fire wouldn't hurt her, Vin decided to hang around and see what was happening.

She darted across the street and ducked into an alley. She began climbing a fire escape and hurriedly reached the top, climbing onto the roof and jogging quickly to the other side so she could look down on the scene. She was behind the man, someone like herself with powers, and he was slinging fireballs at the police that were crowding him. 

She noticed one of his blast strike a duo that weren't in uniform, the two boys falling back at the onslaught. Or one of them did, the other shrugged it off and made to move after the pyro.

Distracted by the burned guy and the other one leaving him behind, Vin hadn't noticed a new person appear until they tackled the fire-slinger. [color=f7941d]"What an idiot,"[/color] she muttered aloud, shocked at the display. The guy was going to get his face burnt off. [color=f7941d][i]And that's my cue,[/i][/color] now that things were on the verge of getting ugly, Vin decided now was a good as time as any to make a hasty retreat.

Or that was her decision until she saw the boy who got left behind by his friend. He was kinda hot, and burn scars weren't attractive... choice made, she went back down the fire escape and circled the building to make it to the blond's side. She frowned down at him, unable to believe she'd decided to get involved- and because of such shallow reasoning as he was hot!

Up close now, she decided she'd been right about that at least, he was a looker.

But was he worth it?

[color=f7941d]"You alright?"[/color] She asked after a second of staring down at him indecisively. Maybe she wouldn't need to use her powers? The other one had brushed off the fire like it was nothing, maybe this one could heal too? But what if it scarred? Her vanity suddenly reared its head and she was not happy about dirtying a pretty thing, even by inaction.

She'd give him a chance, if he was nice and couldn't heal himself, then she'd heal him and that'd be that. If he was rude and couldn't heal himself... well that was expected, so she'd probably still heal him. If he could heal himself though, well she was out of there. She'd spent too long in these parts anyway, she'd left on a mission to go to Canada, yet what should have been a rather short trip had turned into a slow meander around the States.