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[Melissa Clark]

The stench of illegal substances wafted eerily into the air as Melissa picked at a scabby looking meal with a discarded plastic fork in front of her. She didn't know how long it had been there, and she almost didn't want to know. She was only sitting in front of the food on the bench she was on because it was by far the cleanest. It was also one of the only empty benches. The others were home to the homeless, or had booze addled nutters leering at kebabs. Melissa didn't really fancy sitting with those people, so she had just decided to take the bench with some food.

She contemplated throwing it away, but didn't really want to touch it. She was only sitting here for a few minutes while she thought about where to go. The blonde had wondered casually out of a shop without buying anything and felt like her legs needed a rest. The many cobbled streets of Camden could often batter one's feet. Ad Melissa's tootsies had really felt the pain.

Tapping her fingers on the grubby black wood in front of her, Melissa ignored the scribbles in the bench. Things like 'Tracy sucks cock' and 'Tracy and Devin foreverrrr!!!!!', not things Melissa would waste her time reading. Swinging her feet and idly looking around her, Melissa wasn't aware of the approaching figure. Considering she was looking away, and unlike some, didn't have eyes in the back of her head which would explain just how unaware she was.

[Alyssum Taylor]

Rolling a smooth pebble in her hand, Alyssum strode quietly towards the bench. She'd been walking around for quite some time, after ditching her overenthusiastic cousin in a shop somewhere. She wasn't sure exactly how long it'd been, since she didn't have a watch with her, but her feet were definitely feeling the stress of a long walk on cobbled roads. There were a few benches around, but the occupants of the others were less than appealing.

For a moment, Alys considered walking away; she wasn't feeling very social today, and she was worried that sitting next to someone might initiate some sort of a conversation. The blonde hadn't noticed her yet, so she wouldn't look like too much of a fool if she left. Her feet hurt rather badly, though, so she decided to risk it.

Without asking if the other woman minded, Alys sat down on the bench, trying to stay as far from the old food as possible. Running her fingers through her smooth white-blonde hair, she scanned the area. It was woefully free of the spirits of the dead that she spent most of her time with. Sighing as her fingers hit a knot, Alyssum detangled her hair from itself. The absence of ghosts was making her feel rather lonely, and although the young man who had been haunting her since childhood was still present at her side, she didn't really feel like talking to him in such a public place. She'd look like a bit of a nutter, wouldn't she? So, with her grey eyes averted, she directed a single word at the other blonde: "Hello."

[Melissa Clark]

Time was dragging it's groggy heels as Melissa rested her feet and watched a house fly slither over the grease soaked meal in her line of sight. The fork had long since been left to float in the oily substances, and Melissa's attention span was beginning to deteriorate away from the ghastly food and towards her surroundings. Her eyes rose from the meal and to a nearby couple, she almost wanted to be a 'significant other' to someone, but another part of her was quite fond of being free to do what she wished. The problem with being in a relationship was that there was suddenly boundaries, hugging your friends became suspicious, and talking to someone worthy of your trust about personal issues could suddenly become a betrayal on your half.

Melissa didn't know if she could handle being in a relationship. But then, there were other things in life to focus on. Work, friends, the killer anti-gifted going bat shit crazy over seeing people with powers. It was all very stressing, but it was all going to be worth it in the end. That's what she wanted to believe in, at least.

Sneezing out some frosty vapor, Melissa rubbed at her nose. It was only then, really that she noticed the presence of another figure sitting at the bench with her. The blonde woman didn't say anything, yet, as she didn't want to disturb her. The stranger seemed deep in thought, and as much as Melissa liked to talk to people, and make new connections, she wasn't one to interrupt someone's train of thought.

Directing her gaze to look back at the food, instead of staring at the other light haired woman and portraying herself as a teeny weeny bit of a weirdo, Melissa rubbed at her chin. She was actually considering leaving, just to dissolve the awkward atmosphere that had settled, but before she could even get off of the gnarled wood that she had settled on, a feminine voice had sounded.

"Oh, hey." Melissa's head swiveled towards the woman, and with a smile too.