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strawberry trapper

[attr="class","gfbox"]The heels of brown loafers clicked against concrete as the mahogany haired gravity child kept her eyes glued to the screen of her cell phone. Bag loosely in her grasps, Hyomin would hum a tune as she scrolled through her social media feed. Researching, processing, computing. These idols were all so famous. And she was cuter than every single one of them. Not to mention smarter for sure. That in itself was the reason she was walking down this street in particular. Well sort of. She had just left the high school. Clad in a variant of their normal school colors, she refused to wear that tacky red white and blue color coordination. It was overdone, played out, and otherwise basic to the eye. Her white shirt and cream colored skirt however? Perfect for an autumn aesthetic. Hyomin would pitch to the school to change colors, but then those wastes of space would end up dressing like her. Yuck.

She didn't even like the school. The occasional eye candy was great. But the classes were odd. The maiden couldn't wrap her mind around why they all had to indulge in classes that didn't concern their career paths and choices. But whatever, she wanted to assimilate, so she obliged. And although she had only been fresh from the tower for a short period of time, Hyomin grew excited at the last bell of the day just as much as any of the other students. More so today than any other. For there was an event she wanted to make an appearance at. Some sort of stands? Or maybe a group of them? She couldn't remember.

The girl did however, remember the location. And after having typed it into her cell phone's GPS, Hyomin was well on her way to arriving. Her head rose from the bright screen and saw in the distance a group of stands and sellers calling out to a sea of bodies. It was just as the girls in school had said. Albeit, less appealing. Hyomin had expected glam and splendor. This was just some run of the mill gathering and selling of wares and food. What a waste of time... she wouldn't waste her money on this low level ven—wait a second. The girl's nose twitched at the air, catching a whiff of a sweet aroma. Maybe... maybe she'd stick around.

Strolling deeper into the madness, her eyes would dart over to a group of citizens cheering on what seemed to be some sort of ritual in dance form. Some males were dancing... and they had a dilapidated stereo system blaring music. Hobos? Nomads? Orphans? Well no, they were too big to be orphans. But the other two could suffice. Hyomin shrugged off the thought though, it wasn't her business. What was, however; was the stand that sold an assortment of cakes by the slice.

Darting over to the stand, her eyes practically sparkled with glee as she looked over the confections. Then... her hues darted about, looking for a prize. "How much for a slice of cake?" Head snapping to the male owner of the stand. The man behind the stand cocked a brow and slowly began to grin. "Tell ya what, they can be free if you tell me your name, sweetheart." Immediately, Hyomin rolled her eyes and fanned him away. "Never mind. Good bye." She turned her back and took a step away from the stand "Sheesh, you should at least say thank you. Privileged girls like you have nasty egos y'know?"

Hyomin stood in silence... Her right eye began to twitch, then her brow in unison. What did he just say? Privileged? "Excuse me..?" She turned back around and palm slammed down onto the surface of the stand. Soon having an index finger pointed directly to him. "Who do you think you are saying that to me?! Privileged?? Look at you and then look at me. You're lucky I even considered this run down stand." A foot moved to kick the stand in question. "You're not even good enough to own a bakery, let alone good enough to even consider flirting with me." Eyes lowered to a glare. "And I wasn't privileged until I turned you down, right?" Head raised in condescension, "stay in your league. You're scum on the bottom of my sh—"

Laughing? The girl quickly turned around and locked sight of the Nomads from before. Oh, so they thought this was funny huh? With the clinching of her teeth, her sights had changed to a new target. Stomping over to the group, Hyomin stood in front of them with hands to her hips. "What the hell's so funny?" With a huff, her eyes darted to the boombox for a brief moment before returning to the male with white hair. Caveman technology... "Why did you do that to your hair? If you're trying to cosplay, you're doing it all wrong." Crystal hues took time to take in the features of the group. "Mm, not that any of you would do that right anyway. Aren't you more suited for basketball?"

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