( and it was cold )

[MITZI !]

CAUSE SHE’S A MIXED UP GIRL

• in a mixed up world, and you know •
SHE DON’T MEAN ANY HARM

Mitzi Faerber stumbled as she stepped off the train, blushing in embarrassment. She felt slightly sick. Train rides never sat terribly well with her but there weren't a lot of alternate options of travel. Her fingers trailed down to her pockets, breathing a sigh of relief to see she hadn't lost everything. Her bag of few belongings had disappeared on the ride to the Eastern city. She still had some money left. She supposed she could get a job again. Mitzi eyes faded out of focus, feeling horrible that she'd lost part of the money the elder couple had given her. She hadn't really calculated a plan of action should she lose it. The last thing she wanted was to start menial work again. Maybe. Maybe she could use her alchemy somehow? Than at least she'd have some fun. But. How? She couldn't very well -

She jumped at the hand on her shoulder, thoughts tumbling to a halt. Turning, Mitzi's eyes widened to find a young man smiling cheerfully at her. Mitzi's foot slid back unconsciously, her heart feeling tight. It had only been a few months. She wasn't ready to even look at men, especially not one's with the same demeanor as. Mitzi's eyes dulled for a moment. The male's voice broke into her head and after a moment she realized his other hand was holding her bag. Mitzi's smile was uncontainable and she took the bag excitedly. "Thank you,"

[/color] she murmured, out of habit more than thanks to a boy. And for a moment, she was generally happy. Until he spoke again.

His tone had turned slightly more familiar, the voice of a nervous male. The happiness fled and her head jerked up. The look on her face made his words turn to concern, but Mitzi was already backing away. Flight or fight. Mitzi chose the latter. Her legs twisted her around and she broke into a sprint, doing her best to dodge the slow civilians around her. And she nearly got away from all of them, until a quick, granted stupid, glance over her should caused her to run what felt like square into another person. A very hard person she might add. Humorous to onlookers, Mitzi nearly bounced back off the person, falling hard onto her ass and sliding back slightly. She tilted her head back, trying to regain air that had been forced out of her. Her bag was clutched in her hand, but she was far too disorientated to apologize or even set eyes on the person she'd run headfirst into.
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