Cela looked up to the other girls. "I'm Cela," (OOC: not Cera, its like Marcela, shortened kind of) "And, sorry if my clothes give you the wrong impression. That I have money or something, cause... I don't. Not anymore..."

Cela used to laugh at the people out on the street, begging for change. Funny how things worked out then huh. A matter of a week, had put her in the same position they were in. She was poor, homeless, relying on strangers for what she needed...

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