The Ghosts of Our Past... 5//5 C L O S E D

Name: Adrianna Nakamura
Age: 16
Gender/sex: Female
Appearance: Adi is Asian, with black hair cut into a messy bob (short as possible) and dark purple streaks running through it. She has large dark eyes and very pale skin. Very sharp features, almost to the point of being unearthly. Her limbs are long and spindly, and she’s taller than most, about six feet. Wears very put-together, immaculate (but simple) outfits.
Tragedy: She found out that she was actually the daughter of a whore, and her "mother" kicked her out of the house. She took up a job in the cafe to get herself back on her feet.
Ability: She can manipulate people's emotions, and shove hers down. This is why she can be so unusually composed at times. (oh wow my hair is on fire that fucking sucks) If she ever gets "too emotional," she can just kind of… weaponize her emotions? Turn them into pure concussive waves of energy? sorry i'm really bad at explaining- let's just call it weaponizing depression
Personality: Adi is a very morally grey person, who does things only to benefit herself. Kind of distant, and doesn't really try to fit in with the others. Quick learner, hates being humiliated or showing weakness. Will literally keep on going until she collapses. VERY sharp tongue, won't hesitate to use it on you if you piss her off. However, if you get to know her and I mean really get to know her, she is one of the most loyal and caring people you will ever meet. She is very protective of the people whom she calls family and will fight for them, even if they've done something wrong. Carries herself with the air of a princess, and has a bit of an ego problem. Strategic, pretty smart but also kind of dumb (always turns to the most complicated solution without thinking)
Dislikes: Idiots (which are practically everyone, in her point of view). People who won't leave her alone, or give her room to think. Peanuts (is allergic).
Likes: A steaming hot cup of coffee or tea, non-discriminatory (though she will hold a 5 hour discourse with you on one of them being better and then show up the next day and be like "bitch i changed my mind" to piss you off). A good game of chess. Her favorite book is The Alchemist. Guilty pleasure is trashy pop music (and I mean really trashy techno-pop music). A good sparring session with someone (she decided to learn self-defense [karate] when she was a kid because it looked cool, but now, she does it to vent unwanted emotions)

(Is she okay?)

Yep she's good! Sorry, I had some personal business to attend to. Go ahead and start. Shivee, you want to do the honors?//

Shit.. I need to make a form…//

Zhira walked through the chilly streets of London, looking for some reprieve from the cool air. she found it in a small cafe on a corrnwe, ducking inside and running her hands together in an attempt warm them

Lance slipped his hands in his pockets, his mind wandering to anything and everything to keep him distracted. He’d always loved the cold, but there was something about today that made him search of warmth. Spotting a little cafe, he hurried inside, removing his hood and gloves, glad to be inside for once.

Bump//

(Yeet)

"Paris Baguette, what would you like today?" Adriana said, mildly pleased to see that there was no trace of her Japanese accent in the words.

Zhira shivered, rubbing her hands together as she stepped up to the counter, gazing at the menu without really seeing. How could she be so chipper? How could anyone be happy? No one should be allowed to be happy when Zhira felt this broken, "Uh, coffee" she said, her voice slightly hoarse from lack of use

Adrianna kept her face cheerful and bland, although she suppressed a sigh of exasperation. This is a coffee shop. Practically everything on this menu is coffee, you moron. "What kind? Please do specify."

Zhira blinked shit, "Yeah, right. Sorry. Uh, Black coffee. Medium" she ran a hand through her hair, pulling out her wallet and handing over her mother's credit card. She also had her mother's ID, but she had expertly replaced her mother's photo with her own. No one would ever suspect.

Zhira blinked shit, "Yeah, right. Sorry. Uh, Black coffee. Medium" she ran a hand through her hair, pulling out her wallet and handing over her mother's credit card. She also had her mother's ID, but she had expertly replaced her mother's photo with her own. No one would ever suspect.

"That'll be 2.70," Adrianna said, waiting for the next customer. She looked down at the card. "… You look pretty young for your age."

Zhira forced a smile, "Thanks" she said, rubbing her arms as she still tried to warm up. Her blue gaze scanned the coffee shop, taking stock of all the people inside

Adrianna looked at her for a bit, frowning slightly. Hypocrisy doesn't look good on you, Adi- Emma. If she wants to keep her identity secret, I won't pry.

Zhira took her card back and tucked it all away, looking down at her slender fingers on the counter, waiting for her coffee

Lance sat down in a seat by the window, not really birthed ING with a drink and just wanting some peace and quiet. This place looked quiet busy but it was better then some other places he’d been.

Adrianna slid her coffee towards Zhira. "Order number 27!" she called. When Zhira grabbed her drink, Adrianna leaned forward. "Hey. Just want to know, when's your real birthday? Just curious."

Zhira frowned. Her first instinct was not to answer, but something made her want to say, "May 14th, 2002" she whispered back, looking at the girl

Adrianna nodded, turning away and storing the information in her brain. Who knows? It might be useful if the police turn up. "Okay, cool, May four- wait. Huh. That's interesting."

Zhira was about to walk away, then paused as she said that, "Oh? Why is it interesting?" She asked, suddenly curious

Adrianna weighed her options- possible humiliation or more information? Then she shrugged, figuring that this girl with ragged and torn clothes couldn't have possibly heard of a Japanese businessman whose specialty was ancient Asian treasures. "Same here. How did you get your torn clothes?" she asked, changing the subject.

Zhira blinked, noting that she had the same birthday before looking at herself, blushing slightly at the state of her clothes, "Er…" she hesitated, "Don't have anything else to change unto" she admitted

Adrianna was half tempted to laugh at this girl's plight, but then she saw the hurt in the girl's eyes, the men lurking across the street with multiple beer bottles, and she sighed. "Here, I'll lend you an apron for now. It's cold outside, you know." She went inside the kitchen to grab the standard white top and green apron of the uniform. This is only because I like debts. This girl looks interesting. You're only doing this because she might be able to repay you, not because she's cute. You can't just like anyone with a pretty face.

(Lance: sits quietly not knowing how to initiate conversation…)

OoooOOOOOOooooh 😏//

Zhira smiled, "Thank you" she said sincerely, accepting the clothing. That was the first piece of goodwill she'd received since running away. The drunk men outside were, in fact, a problem. Theyd followed her from the outskirt of the city, verbally harassing her and trying their best to get physical. Zhira shook herself out of the thoughts and walked to the bathroom, changing into the outfit, using the apron more as a skirt to covered her tattered and torn pants. Some people seemed to think that torn pants were a form of consent… and she wanted to try and cover them

(Seriously tho, I dunno how to bring my Lil shit into this…)

Maybe he overheard the discussion about the birthday and was like yEET me too bitches!//