Just Couldn't Help Herself- [Traverse Town- Complete.]

[_theafterglow]

As soon as she made it back to the gummi ship, she climbed into it and hurried over to her bag. She grabbed her jump rope in one hand and her sketchbook in the other, plus a couple of pencils. After further thought, she decided to grab her journal too, after sitting down and scribbling out a quick entry

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[recalcitrantly]

Taking a rather prolonged stroll around the city in order to avoid those of less sanity than him, Reno eventually found himself back in square one district again. This place was like one giant circle. "Pain in the ass." The man muttered, chewing the cigarette that remained unlit in the corner of his mouth. Item shop bar, doors, shit this place was like a claustrophobic’s nightmare.

Soaked, still quite stained with the smell of alcohol, and a little disgruntled at the moment the redhead wasn’t exactly the picturesque at the moment. His goggles started to droop again, "Ngah." while stopping to arrange them he got a full glimpse of the District. There was one thing very off and very wrong about this sight in his distorted vision-"The hell happened HERE." For an observation it was said rather.. Loudly, Unintentionally, while at the same time making it sound like this was some kind of natural disaster "It’s infested with damned kids" Particularly a short one in yellow.

[_theafterglow]

Selphie practically jumped out of her skin when she heard a voice speak near her. She turned to see who spoke, and was utterly shocked at the sight in front of her.

There stood a man whose head was completely drenched, smelled quite strongly of alcohol (or at least what she assumed to be alcohol) and who obviously had no problem with speaking his mind. Needless to say, Selphie found herself at a loss for words.

"...Um...excuse me?" she said, hoping she sounded as polite as she wanted to.

This was definitely not what she was expecting her first 'encounter' with a Traverse Town native to be.

[recalcitrantly]

Did that yellow thing just squeak at him or something? That wasn’t the most pestering part of the response, no. "Eh?" In his usual posture the Turk slouched and looked at the kid with his eyes half open and half closed. "Did you just.." He stood up completely straight, and looked as angry as a fall down drunk half wet Turk could look-arms crossed, frown, and the whole deal, "Don’t you use those manners with me, kid." Excuse me. She said excuse me. What was with that? "That’s "hey, jackass" to you."

[_theafterglow]

When the man stood at full height, he was practically towering over Selphie. (But let's face it, most people do.)

She backed away slightly, gripping her jump rope in her hand ever so tighter than before.

"You...want me to call you...jackass?" Selphie gave him a confused look, not quite understanding.

Well, I guess that must be normal for this world. Wierd, but I don't want to get him mad.

"Well...ok...jackass..." She scratched the back of her head, not quite sure what to say next. "Um...oh! My name's Selphie! I've never been here before. Um...nice to meet you?"

She should have prepared herself more for meeting new people. She really wasn't impressing herself with her communication skills.