It was far from the first time someone had gawked at Melaina's beauty, but she always smiled as if it were. Her feet stopped moving as she scanned the faces and bodies of her audience. First a group of young men, then a blonde girl sitting at a bench with earbuds in, next a guy next to a motorcycle, and then, finally, her eyes landed on something that made her release an audible gasp. Something that struck fear into her heart. Something that reminded her of the nightmares of childhood. Her eyes were glued on a hooded girl sitting on a bench outside of a graveyard, though it was not the girl that scared her, but the girl's assailant: a long black dress, looking as if it were from the medieval era. The outfit she wore didn't seem fit for the hot, humid weather, not to mention it was making her stick out like a sore thumb. 

After a moment of shock, Melaina shook her head and put on a determined face.  It was time to do her good deed of the day. She seemed to sprint as fast as she could (which wasn't very fast) in the girl's direction, the suitcase rolling along behind her. After about half a minute, Melaina arrived in front of the poor girl, out of breath. [color=ec008c]"I'm here...to save you...from that monster..."[/color] she said, gasping for air between words. Her finger pointed at the girl's dress, shaking slightly.

[@Rusalka]