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[center][b]The Cafe - Skye[/b][/center]

It slowly dawned on her that she was interrupting Luke. Repeatedly. The poor guy was trying to respond during the long pauses she left open, but she was so stuck in her own head trying to figure out what to say and how to say it she had cut him off maybe three times. She had been doing that a lot to the staff at the hospital and the representatives from Beacon as well. Luke looked a little annoyed and she cringed inwardly, unable to blame him.

[b]"I'm sorry. I've just gotten so unused to being around people and-"[/b] [i]Don't make excuses,[/i] she thought, interrupting herself this time. [b]"I'm sorry. I never meant to upset you. If I could retrace my path back to the hospital... I'm usually very good at reading the land and remembering where I've been. But the city... so many people. I..."[/b] [i]Excuses again, already?[/i] 

She looked at the people immediately surrounding Luke. His friends, possibly even family. He had come here to enjoy himself with people he knew, not waste his time on a stranger. He had said it was a pleasure to meet her but he was probably just being polite. She bowed her head and sighed, hoping he could just point her in the right direction. The faster she could be on her way the sooner he could get back to spending time with his friends. And the tempting treats the cafe had to offer. The tempting, heavenly smelling, undoubtedly delectable baked goods... 

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[center][b][color=ffb7c5]Annabelle Valentine - Roaming free without a leash[/color][/b][/center]

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Fishnet. It was all about fishnet today. Fishnet and leather. A small black haired girl, wearing little more than the aforementioned fishnet and leather, literally bounced and skipped through the streets. She wore a small miniskirt and tubetop but these hardly even qualified as clothing; her boots, wrist bands, and choker covered more skin. Her ensemble earned her more than a few looks, but even the negative attention only seemed to encourage her. Not that she needed much encouragement to act like a hyperactive, undisciplined juvenile fascinated with everything in sight. That came naturally. 

Annabelle Valentine was especially excited today, though. For today, or more accurately tomorrow, a detail she was quick to gloss over, she was a student of Beacon. She was going to train to be a Huntress and, she expected, the best Huntress there ever was. Sure, there were a lot of people ahead of her but she was confident she would catch up and even surpass them soon enough. After all, how many came to this school with years of training already behind them? Probably quite a few, she decided on second thought. Beacon didn't exactly take in anyone off the streets that wanted to enroll. Surely not. So, OK, she probably wasn't unique in that regard buuuut her training was the best money could buy, and learning from a very young age had to count for something. Even here. Then again she was still pretty young, a fact her mother loved to remind her about, usually concerning certain habits. 

Annabelle realized she had stopped in the middle of the walkway, inadvertently blocking another girl's way. The girl was giving Anna a look like she had a second or third head. [color=ffb7c5]"Oh. Have I been thinking out loud this[b] whole time?[/b] How long have I been standing here?"[/color] 

[color=fff79a]"Long enough for me to consider calling whatever hospital you escaped from to come pick you up."[/color]

Anna paused, blank faced for a moment, before bursting into laughter. [color=ffb7c5][b]"You're too funny, I like you!"[/b][/color] She grabbed the other girl by the shoulders, kissed her on the cheek, and then promptly began to walk away from her stunned victim. [color=ffb7c5][b]"Ciao!"[/b][/color]  

[color=ffb7c5]"Now then. [b]What[/b] or [b]who[/b] or [b]where[/b] to do..."[/color] she muttered to herself, weaving through the crowd. Her answer came quickly in the form of delicious smelling food and a mix of cute and handsome boys preparing said food. [i]I love this place![/i] She skipped her way up to the food stalls all smiles and walked down the line sampling everything with her eyes. The food looked good, too. [i]Seniors, surely. Well, maybe not her. Cute outfit, short dark hair, small chest. Yep. Had to be their female mascot. Still, making friendly with the upperclassmen would be a fine start, miss Valentine. Thank you, I thought so as well.[/i] She giggled at her own nonsense and then noticed another customer, a young faunus girl she almost bumped right into. Annabelle shamelessly looked the girl up and down, taking in her adorable ears and tail and obliviously missing the extensive bandages. [i]So cuuuute! I wish I could be a faunus! Except for all the racist crap I'd have to put up with.[/i] Catching the tail end of what the girl was saying Annabelle swooped in on the situation, putting her arm around the cat faunus as if they were great friends. She winked and smiled at the one she was talking to. [color=ffb7c5][b]"You heard her,[/b] this girl [i][b]needs[/b][/i] her tuna.[b] All the tuna.[/b] And I do mean [b]all of it."[/b][/color] 

Annabelle was distracted briefly by another older boy, one that apparently was friends with the cooks here. And someone that smelled faintly of hard liquor, a scent she could catch even amidst the aromas of the food so nearby. She found herself wondering if that was the scent of whiskey, and what quality this guy preferred. She could always just ask. But first things first. Her new friend needed her tuna.