I just got lost, every river that I tried to cross

[beanshield]

Somewhere in the middle of Chicago a tiny, pink-haired teenager is wandering. She has an oversized army bag slung over her shoulder and a German Shepherd on a leash, and is wearing very colorful clothes--including a lime-green parka, a candy stripe scarf and electric-blue shoes. All in all, she sticks out like a sore thumb

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[mustardwithat]

Fritz is also a bit lost, though not as lost as she started. Things look familiar now. She's hoping that's not because she's seeing the same buildings over again. At least in rain forests you have fucking indicators of where you're going.

Seriously.

She huffs an annoyed breath and stops close to Bean, spotting the dog. She takes a slurp of her coffee and whistles at the animal. "Hey-ho, beautits, what's your name?"

Fritz crouches and holds a hand out toward Potato.

[beanshield]

Potato sniffs primly at Fritz's hand, his tail wagging just a fraction. Bean smiles.

"Um, his name is Potato! He's really friendly, so don't worry. You have blue hair! Um, I always tried to pull off blue, but it never really worked out."

[mustardwithat]

Fritz grins at the girl. "Never could pull pink. So... bubblicious. Ended up wanting to chew on my head."

She offers up the hand that isn't petting the dog, which also happens to be the hand that's holding her coffee. "Fritz. You lost?"

[beanshield]

Bean giggles a little, not really wanting to tell Fritz that she often does chew on her hair, either in thought or accidentally during a fit.

She shakes Fritz's hand. "I'm Bean. And, heh, yeah, I am. I told my parents I wanted to walk there, to the new apartment I mean, but now I'm kind of, well, I just don't know where Fletcher street is from here."

[mustardwithat]

"Nooo fuckin' clue, sorry hon. I'm new myself. Where you from?"

She straightens up with a stretch and takes a slurp at her coffee, shivering in the early spring weather. South America is a tad bit warmer than Illinois.

[beanshield]

"Oh, that's okay. I'm sure we'll be able to find it. But, um, I just moved here from Boston, actually. How about you, though? I mean, if you don't mind me asking and all."

[mustardwithat]

"South of the border," Fritz says with a grin. "Way south. South America south, actually. Damn, I miss it already."

She sighs.

[beanshield]

"Oh gosh! What part? I was in Peru for six months once. My dad, he was in the army, and you know, we traveled all over with him until, um, until Mom decided we were better off in a stable environment and all. But yeah. I hear parts of South America are really dangerous these days cause of conflicts and diseases and such."

Bean starts digging into her map for a very crumpled map of Chicago which is torn partly in half. She traces her finger across it until she finds Fletcher Street, then starts trying to find where she is in relation to it.