-It's just some paint-(open)

The definition of Ria was a bright girl, relatively smart, very creative, and extremely curious. She got into trouble often without meaning to and liked to spy on all different kinds of people. Interested in all assortments of things, she was sometimes seen as rather childish as she would do anything to find out about the things she liked. But in truth, Ria could think very complex and deep thoughts and was very socially bright. She was kind, happy, caring, understanding to a certain degree anyway. Ria sometime had trouble figuring out how the hell other people ticked.

Surprisingly, Ria did not have any friends. Even though she was nice person and wanted friends, she did not have a strong desire for them. She wouldn't just randomly pick a person to befriend. She liked to know if they were interesting and not dull or boring. She also liked to know to a small degree that they were a decent person. No one was perfect, but she obviously didn't want to befriend a murderer or something.

Another fact was that Ria was perfectly content by herself. She didn't feel she needed to strive for a friend, or any relationship at all in fact. She could curl up on a couch and read a book peacefully. Or she could take out her journal and start a new novel. (Ria was a big writer.) But she didn't find it necessary to go out and search desperately for a friend like some of the girls she saw around the district. Pathetic. She would think. Those kinds of girls NEEDED attachments or they would be miserable. Ria was NOT that kind of girl.

The sun that morning was bright and shining, however dark clouds blotted the sky, a sign that it was sure to rain later sometime. Ria knew this even before she opened her eyes that morning because she felt the sun warming her face to an uncomfortable temperature and then slight relief as the clouds passed over the sun, blocking it's rays from coming through her window and onto her face.

Ria got up and not bothering to change from pajamas to regular clothes, started downstairs from her 2nd floor room. When she reached the bottom of the stairs she went into the bathroom and brushed her teeth. Then she carefully started to brush her hair. Her hair was a BRIGHT white, that reflected the sun from her head and back into the sky. Her dark red eyes seemed to pierce the mirrors glass.

Ria was albino. Just another reason lots of people didn't like her. They were scared of her or thought she was weird. Many people also thought she had an odd attitude on account of her being so curious and creative. It frustrating having people constantly not understanding her.

She went to the kitchen and got out a bagel. Her parents, the local bakers, were out of the house once again, leaving Ria free to illegally snack on the delicious pastries, bagels, and bread that they expertly made. Her parents were ALWAYS out partying. Ria almost never saw them and right then she had no idea where they were. Probably sleeping off a hangover on a park bench like homeless people, embarrassing Ria once again. But Ria didn't care about her parents. She managed constantly without them.

Ria suddenly decided she was going to go for a walk. Just to clear her head. She was almost out the door, still dressed in her pajama pants and loose t-shirt, when she saw a stack on money on the counter next to the sink. It was only a little money, but it was enough to buy some new pencils, another sketchbook, and colored pencils with only the basic colors. It was her mothers but what did she care? She grabbed it with a mischievous grin and ran out the door into the fresh air, slamming it behind her.



Everything about art interested Ria. There were so many different colors, so many different ideas, she just loved them all. She wasn't a big painter, her style was more colored pencils or pastels. She LOVED drawing and was fairly good at it. She especially love drawing faces. So many different features to draw. It was more fun than drawing nature or something.

While she was there, looking over the different kind of drawing pads, she noticed a girl. She recognized her faintly. She sold her paintings to the general public. Ria had seen some of her paintings. They were good. She had seen the girl, Pam, around the District.

She shuddered remembering the day she saw her. She was distracted by putting Pam's face into memory when two boys and two girls came over and beat her up. She got a black eye from that, bruises all over, a broken nose, and a twisted ankle. Pam must have not seen her which she thought odd as Pam was near her when it happened, or just not wanted to partake in the fight, which was understandable to a certain degree.

Ria was thinking when she saw something. Pam grabbed a can of hot pink paint and put it in her pocket. Ria saw her buy some colors and pencils. She paid for the colors and pencils but left with the paint still in her pocket. Without paying.

Ria decided that this was interesting and that she would follow the girl. She threw her stuff on the counter and paid quickly. She then moved her stuff to the side of the counter to get them later and ran out the door.

She stayed pressed against a building and saw Pam. Ria quickly and completely quietly ran after her. A Peacekeeper was following her. Not good. So when Pam rounded a corner she stuck her foot out from the shadows of a building and the Peacekeeper fell on his face hard. He looked up and saw her, growling angrily. Ria observed that his nose was broken. Oh no. He had seen her. She was in trouble.

He grabbed her ankle and she reflexively kicked him on the nose. He screamed and she bolted after Pam. This was bad. Why had she done that for Pam? She was in huge trouble now. She still needed to get her art things from the store and she was sure she was going to get a beating from the Peacekeepers with everyone in the market part of the District watched, just what she needed for kids to think she was even more weird.

Pam stopped by a tree in a field. Ria knew this tree. Her tree house was in it with all her prized possessions. She had to get up there before the girl did to confront her about the paint. Plus, she didn't want the girl poking around in her stuff. Or, more interesting...

She could wait until just after the girl got up there and then go in and confront her about the paint and entering HER tree house. Fun. It would be interesting. A good way to really meet the girl for the first time. She was peeking when the girl turned her heaad and looked at her. Ria quickly snaped her head back out of Pam's view. She hoped she didn't see her. Then the joke would be on her instead of Pam.

(OOC: I kind of want Ria to make a new friend and to become a little more social with people. I also want her to learn a little humility because she thinks she's amazing at everything. Embarrassments, being slightly shamed, stuff like that. Also hoping she can learn some better social skills. xD)

Ria watched the girl from behind the tree as she entered her tree house. She waited for awhile, she was a good waiter, and then she bolted from the tree and started up the ladder. The ladder was creaky and if Ria had ever hoped for a sneaky entry, well, climbing this ladder was not the way to get it. Oh well. She thought. It doesn't really matter. She was up almost all the way when she heard Pam's voice.

"You know. It's not very nice to stalk people, also, nice pj's."

As Ria's head popped up into the opening, she said, "It's not very nice to sneak into other people's tree houses either." Ria did not like getting her tree house invaded but she was a nice person and she liked peace. Also, this girl didn't really know it was her's. So she smiled a friendly smile, which she wasn't used to doing because usually there was no one to smile to, and said, "But I guess you didn't know it was mine." She climbed the rest of the way into the tree house. The tree house sat on a number of thick branches so Ria sat on her tree house floor and leaned back against one that slanted upright slightly.

"My dad built it. " She said with sadness in her eyes. That is, he built it prior to this time where all he does is go out, party, and get drunk, leaving his daughter alone to get beaten up all the time, and to be a friendless outcast. She thought. Then she repeated the phrase in her mind that she thought really often. Life is a bitch. She sighed, sad and angry at her damn parents.

Nothing in her life was as she wanted it.

Hey, sorry but my computer's keyboard is messed up and I won't be able to type a response for awhile. Again, really sorry.