Tired of searching(Open)

[Adenzia]

It was 6:25 a.m. and Apples Bite had just opened 25 minutes ago. A few people had already begun to buy their food and continue on, but not many. Some of the stalls and mini-restraunts weren't even opened yet. There was, however, a stall selling the Italian-famous Illy coffee had infact been open. It had only had one customer in the 25 minutes, which is pretty damn good compared to the others with a whopping 0.

The one customer was sitting in the eatting area, sipping her Illy coffee as her eyes scanned a magazine, although one could tell she was not very interested at what was held in the thin papers.

A sigh left the womans peachy lips, a hand running through her sakura petal colored hair. One would say that something was bothering this woman, and that one would be right. Adenzia Morris took another sip of the hot liquid, licking her delicate lips to get any residue that did not slide into her throat.

She was wearing a silky blue shirt, a black mini skirt with tight leather leggings underneath, and leather knee boots. On the back of her chair was a leather jacket. On the table, there were a few pieces of paper with scribbled notes, along with the woman's pair of glasses. 'What do I do?'

[Giovanna Azzari]

(I'll rp here to revive the muse I need for our other thread)

Nehnna was, over all, an upbeat person with curiosity to match a kitten. However, this kitten was taught by an older cat that curiosity can sometimes kill you. And so, while the blue haired woman pondered about many aspects, she never ventured into unknown or unmarked territory unless her mentor was by her side or told her to do so.

But even retainers often rebelled against their lord. And while Nehnna was heart-fully, fatally loyal to Mu-n, she just couldn't stand hiding or staying in place for too long. She needed to be as free as air would allow her to.

A former Aquila had many things to fear when wandering the open. But because Nehnna soaked in her abilities and used them to her advantage at any given moment, she feared little. Do you know how hard it is to capture air?

Walking into the little coffee shop, she placed her order and leaned against the counter while they prepared her coffee. Her back to the workers, she allowed her eyes to scan over the room and saw only one person sitting down. She wasn't surprised, with the city in this condition no one could really afford anything unless you belonged to a clan.

She smiled at the woman, before turning around at the sound of her name.

"Thank you," she said and reached for her drink. Paying her bill, she turned around and headed for the only occupied table.

[Adenzia]

Adenzia shook her head, another sip moving to her mouth. She sipped a bit more and sat the papery cup down. She held the magazine with both hands, attempting to get herself into it. La Moda da Italia. The Fashion of Italy. A magazine about, well, fashion in Italy. She didn't like fashion, but some of the clothes looked good enough. Some, however, looked absolutely odd.

But she was American. Simply had different tastes. She laid the magazine down, flipping the page. A small section on hair styles. She had no usual hairstyle. But she liked having unique colored hair. Not many people with naturally pink hair.

She glanced around, noticing another person approaching the table. 'Oh, what is she doing...' She quickly grabbed her notes and such, turning to her jacket and stuffing them into the pocket.

'Natural, Aden. Haven't spoken to people much. Calm, cool, calm, cool. Ahhhh. I'm soooo not calm or cool right now." She quickly took another sip, before picking up the magazine and hiding behind it.