(op3n) Wandering

Nikita paced angrily. She would find a way to rebel. There would be no more complying from her. It was utter bull crap. Deep grumbled escaped her throat that even she didn't want to hide. She stopped again facing the sun on the slant of the hill and with one arm crossed upon her chest, the other propped up her chin. Her delicate face looked so upset. Her brow furrowed and wrinkles emerged. She looked down. She was giving herself a migraine by over thinking everything. Her already raised hand reached up farther, rubbing her temple vigorously. The wind died down some and her hair collapsed from its mid air stance,down to her waist. Shining. She removed her hand and grabbed and elastic band off her other arm. Intricately, her hand reached behind her head doing a series of twist until her hair was up. It fell mid-back still tied. Her arms fell and her small hands and fingers began to play with the fray of the old blue-gray skirt. At this late she was beyond limits, she wasn't sure if she should be out. It was still light but increasingly close to becoming night. Maybe 2 more hours if that,of sun. Both metaphorically and physically, she looked down upon her pitied town. A lock of hair fell out of the tie into her face,distracting her. She tried a puff of breath to move it. Nothing. As she turned in place to walk farther up the hill she spotted a figure, a male....small. As long as he ignored her she'd ignore him.Mutuality, no violence unless needed. She'd try. Every few steps her knees popped from restless work and tear, as she began walking closer to the figure.

Nikita looked at him. She gasped. No one acknowledged her unless they were giving a threat and even that hasn't happened in a while. She closed her mouth and turned up her nose "I'm sure you are, I on the other hand have no idea what it is you are looking for. My apologizes" She ran her finger through what little hair she had hanging loose. Be nice Niki. She should at least give a proper greeting. It'd had been so long she had almost forgotten. She reached her hand out. "My name is Nikita".

Nikita turned her head like a puzzled dog. She blinked her eyes and licked her lips then cleared her throat in that order. "Um,okay then" she shook his hand anyway,not quite understanding. She looked him in the eyes, her own shining deeper than the ocean itself. "You already know my name,and I don't do anything,at all".

Nikita was totally lost. Not in her life time had she ever been outsmarted,or outwitted. Was he just being a smart mouth? She wasn't used to not having the last word or getting lost in conversation. "Um, is that a real plant?" she tried to ask nicely. If he wanted to confuse her he was doing a good job, simple talk was far worse than the more complicated. She batted her blue eyes in confusion and was half tempted to walk away.

She sighed "I suppose I can help you but truly I have no idea what to do" she looked to her feet "I really don't need much of anything either." She sighed "Nothing you could give me anyhow"