undergrounds | New girl in town (OPEN)

1. Just another day in Paradise

London in June usn't the worst place or time to be. Eight degrees means she doesn't need new clothes, at least. Since she only has about 175 euros in her pocket, that's good new for Wanda.

Work will come. It always does. But she hasn't had the mind to manage her funds, especially when it's just her. Without Pietro to worry about and to worry about her, she doesn't care much. As long as she's not just giving up, she's fine.

But that means the money has to last until then. One meal a day until she finds work will have to do. She's gone without less, certainly.

Still, it doesn't stop her from lingering near collections of bins. And when someone pitches a half-eaten bag of crisps? She waits to make sure they can't see her before she goes to it and fishes it out for herself.

2. It's been a hard day's night

Walking around at night is dangerous. After her experiences on the West Coast, she knows that. Still, there are whispers of vampire activity. Which means she smells a potential job if she can find the right people.

To that end, she has a few thin pieces of yew hidden inside her jacket, tipped with lead blades to help them go in faster. Pietro had used silver before, but she found it made her head hurt. They'd always assumed it was some kind of allergy. So, he just didn't let them get too close to her.

She hears something and turns her head. "Who's there? Don't make me hurt you."

3. Wildcard

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Kenzi hadn't eaten out of a garbage can in years - something she was really grateful about. Thank God for the entrepreneurial spirit of a thief, right? Still, she couldn't quite walk past a dumpster without peeking at it anymore, just to see if there was anything that she wanted.

Typically there wasn't. And typically she steered clear of the folks rummaging through them - she wasn't part of that community anymore. But when a person just looked plain hungry, Kenzi wasn't about to just walk away.

Wanda didn't look like she was starving, but she didn't look as if she was having a good time of it either. Kenzi didn't try to sneak up on her or anything, but she didn't announce herself either.

"Anything good in there?"

She already knew the answer to that question: No.

Wanda looked over at the woman asking the question. It made her frown a bit. After all, she'd seen that look on someone's face. The disgust, the contempt. All for someone just trying to find some food. But that wasn't how she was being looked at, not by this woman.

So, Wanda shrugged and held up her prize -- a bag of crisps.

"Not bad, at least."

"How long have you been diving?"

She jerks her chin towards the dumpster, knowing full well what kind of attitude she should have when addressing someone who wasn't living the high life. If the chick needed it, Kenzi would be willing to dole out some advice.

Wanda shrugs a little. It's not something she's ashamed of, but it's strange to actually talk about. She's used to it being just something that happens. Something no one acknowledges.

"Since I was ten."

Kenzi nods thoughtfully. She had started running away when she was ten, finally doing it for good at fifteen but she'd spent a few months all together living off of second hand food.

"You want a real dinner? It's gonna start getting cold out here."

Not that it already wasn't. England and Canada had similar weather patterns but for some reason she felt like she was wearing a jacket a lot more over here.

Wanda regards the woman carefully. An offer of food isn't something to turn her nose up at, but it's also not something to take without consideration. So, she tilts her head a bit.

"What do you want in return?"

She'd had too many of those kinds of offers. It was always better to be careful.

Shockingly, Kenzi doesn't act insulted. She's traded plenty of gross favors and scary ones for food or a place to sleep for the night. It makes her uncomfortable just thinking about it and Kenzi tries to disguise a shiver as her legitimately being cold.

'The pleasure of your company' or any varient sounded so rapey to her that she couldn't even laugh at the idea of saying it.

So she's going to lie her ass off.

"I've been cursed to do one good deed a day or I die."

Nevermind the fact that Kenzi hadn't told Wanda she was a witch, or the fact that she didn't know if Wanda knew about the supernatural world she lived in.

"Strange sort of curse." Whether she's kidding or serious, it's hard to tell, but she does approach Kenzi. After all, she can handle any kind of threat the girl might present.

She gives a little nod and offers her hand.

"Wanda."

"You're telling me." She doesn't bother elaborating on it. Clearly she doesn't think it was anything to be taken seriously, just something to break the ice instead.

When Wanda offers her hand Kenzi doesn't shake it - instead opting for a side-five and back five. Handshakes were for old people. And jerks looking to sucker you into an Unbreakable Vow.

"Kenzi."

Usually upon introductions Kenzi would either lie or just neglect to tell someone her real name.

"Burger?"

Tybalt has been following this girl since their chance encounter in the café, though he'd shifted to cat form at the first opportunity. Far easier that way to avoid being noticed, on the rare chance he can't avoid being seen. Normally he wouldn't bother, but the girl smells fae, but doesn't act it. And that's interesting, and he has nothing better to do, so why not follow?

It is especially interesting that she would go wandering around at night, alone, in a city she is apparently unfamiliar with. Even if there were no supernatural dangers in the area, it seemed like a good way to get assaulted. So he followed her. Not to protect. She wasn't cait sidhe, he has no responsibility towards her. But to watch. Because he can.

Then again, he's not really familiar with this city any more either. And so when he makes a leap from the edge of a fence to what he thought was a solid roof, his weight cracks the cheap plastic gutter, sending him tumbling into the trash of the alleyway with a terrible clatter. At the sound of her voice, he twists and thrashes to free himself from the trash, and then saunters out, tail high with offended pride. He pauses in front of Wanda, looks up at her and meows, once.

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