Nonchalant about the victor {Aya; Blitz}

Why can't people just be... normal? Why, there is no normal, in opinion. No, not in opinion. In fact. And, the thing that made Kalmia un-normal (or the idea of normal, if there is such a thing) was that she cared for nobody but herself.

Sure, she might adknowlege the fact that other people were in the room, but she didn't exactly care about them or anything about them.

Which is why, Kalmia was viewed as someone who should be an outcast, because she didn't care. At all. She was like the book on a shelf, all plain, but she viewed herself as that pretty one in the display case.

Dear God, Kalmia. Get a life.

Which is why, when she was skipping down the street, grocheries in hand, she thought she reconized someone... someone important to the well being of her district. She couldn't put a face to a name, but she knew nothing of this familiar face.