Do I scare you? [[ANYONE]]

[silverstorm]

It didn't take her long to sort herself out and find an empty seat. She had already been debating whether to keep standing there - looking like an idiot deep in thought - or sit in the middle table. Where she would be a view to all that entered and all that left, and in between. So after casting her dark eyes around the room in hope of finding a more, out of the way spot, she finally squeezed herself between two tables and wandered towards the little table in the corner.

The corner was slightly darker than any other place which could have been the reason why some people stared. Or it could have been because her right ear was lined with six silvery earrings, and her left had two. Then there was her hair, it was long dreads, they ended half way down her back, and were dark, dark brown with the exception of a few pink tendrils. Her eyes were very dark, chocolate brown, they were thickly lined with eye liner. A smoky eye shadow making her look mysterious, different. Her wrist was tattooed with a tree, if you looked closely you would see a pentagram and a moon on one side, a sun on the other side of the tree.

She wore a long sleeved grey top, it was tight till her waist where it flared in a rippling gathering. The same pattern was to her elbows, flaring out in a black lace. She wore a black skirt, it finished just above her knees. Then there were fishnet stockings, not much as she had boots up to the bottom of her knee caps. On the ankle, the boot had two buckles that glinted from under the table. A pentagram necklace was short at her neck, and she had a head band from where her dread connected to her head.

Her skin was olive, there wasn't very much pink blush at her cheeks, none natural at all. Her lips weren't black or gothic, no, there were a deep brown. Her white teeth flashing every time she laughed, but she had nothing to laugh about now. A waited came and asked to take her order, but she tossed her hand away from the person. Not even admitting she didn't have that much money to start with.

So here she sat, a pleasant air about her, but those who looked were too intimidated by her looks. She she leant back against the wall, almost wishing she could disappear.

[summerstorm]

Amy walked into the cafe, her darker blonde hair falling over her shoulders. She glanced around and gave a smile to the people around her, then advanced to the counter, and ordered a coffee. As she handed the waitress the money, she glanced around the cafe again, then turned as the young lady handed her the coffee.

Turning from the counter, she put her change into her jeans pocket, and smiled to the girl sitting in the corner.

"Is this seat taken?"

She asked, gestering to the seat beside the girl who didn't look familiar. Amy was new here also, although she wasn't shy and talked to people easily. She got along well with almost everyone, but had her opinions just like everyone else. She always dressed casually, and today wore jeans and light jacket. Amy brushed her long hair back from her bright hazel eyes, looking at the girl.

[silverstorm]

Her dark brown eyes watched this new comer under thick, black lashes and smoky grey lids. The girl must have noticed the absence of seating because suddenly she was heading towards her in the corner. Wow. For once someone wasn't intimidated by her looks, and the new girl walked over smartly with a coffee. Is this seat taken? Came a light flowing question, slightly stunned, the witchy dressed girl shook her head and murmured through quiet, shy lips,

No, go ahead.

She sat herself up and watched curiously at the slightly darker than blonde girl. Hesitantly, she pulled her lips into a small smile. But her eyes were weary, the way she sat, slightly rigid but attempting relaxed, showed definite submission. Ah well, if this one was brave enough to face the girl with the buckle boots and fishnet stockings, she can. But she swept a quick look at everyone else, a few people watching the two with small shock. They're probably waiting for her to pull out her fangs and cast some voodoo on the jean wearing lady. That wasn't gonna happen.

[summerstorm]

No, go ahead. Amy smiled then took a seat at the corner table, resting her elbow on the edge as she took a small sip of her coffee. She could tell that the girl was kind of shy, and she did look different, with her buckle boots and fishnet stockings. But Amy was taught to never judge anyone by their looks, and she wasn't intimidated just because someone dressed differently. She knew that people watched her in shock as she sat with the girl, but what other people thought didn't matter to her.

"I'm Amy Green, by the way."

Amy's soft, strong voice spoke to the girl, her hazel eyes looking to her with confidence. She brushed her wavy hair back from her face, and tucked it neatly behind her ear.

[silverstorm]

Vania saw the girl notice her slightly gothic outfit, but she didn't seem to mind. Instead she easily slid into the seat opposite and spoke, her voice confident but not overly thingyy. I'm Amy Green, by the way. Vania smiled, then slowly reached out to shake Amy's hand.

I'm Vania Skelsey, I'm glad I've met someone.

Her dark brown lips smiled, and her thick lashes blinked appreciatively[sp]. Her nails were and pearly silver-purple, but the paint was old and the nails were chipped. Her hand was slightly grubby and she wore the sweet smell of horse sweat. Even thought she was reasonably tidy a piece of hay was hanging intwined with a dark dread. Her many earrings on her right ear and two on her left glinted in the light. Her wrist clinked with the thick bracelet. A chain hung from the pattern of it and linked up with a similiar patterned ring on her middle finger.

So where did you travel from?

[summerstorm]

Amy reached her hand across the table to the girl, giving it a small shake before smiling to her. I'm Vania Skelsey, I'm glad I've met someone. Amy heard her say, and taking a sip of her coffee, she sat up in her chair and spoke. "Nice to meet you, Vania." Amy spoke to her, a smile lighting up her face. Her smooth hands brushed back her dark blonde hair, her green eyes looking to Vania. So where did you travel from? Amy heard her say, and she put her coffee on the table, and putting her hands in her lap.

"I moved about three days ago from a small town in Alberta."

Amy said, her voice easy and smooth.

[silverstorm]

Nice to meet you, Vania. Came the sweet voice while they shook hands, Vania lowered her eyes and let a long finger trace the table patterns. I moved about three days ago from a small town in Alberta. The eighteen year old nodded, glancing at Amy's coffee then resuming to trace the table top.

I went there on a road trip before, nice place.

She murmured, her voice quiet. She was hunched in her seat, she looked not confident in herself but it was more her being reserved. She didn't do much socialising.

[[awk, don't even know what Alberta is lol]]

[summerstorm]

I went there on a road trip before, nice place. Amy nodded with a smile as Vania spoke, remembering when she was a kid, living in a small town. Resting her elbow on the table, she looked to the girl with interest.

"So, how did you end up here?"

Amy asked her, hoping that her asking didn't set the girl off in any way. She had learnt that sometimes you had to be careful when asking about someone's past.

[silverstorm]

So, how did you end up here? Vania's shot Amy a glance but kept her small smile in place, now false. She tried to find a slightly not complicated past, but wasn't sure what to tell. If she said she came from her Aunty's, surely wouldn't one want to know why she wasn't with her parents? If she said they pretty much abandoned her, siblings and all, surely one wouldn't want to know why? If she said it was because she was Wiccan, a witch, surely this kind girl would think she was crazy? So she settled for,

Oh, I figured it was time to leave home.

And smiled, but it was easy in her eyes to know how false this statement could really be. She had to change the subject fast, so almost immediately after her words she added,

So do you have somewhere to stay?