Skylar stood beneath the blazing hot sun that relentlessly beat down upon the earth. She had pulled up her long, black hair into a low messy bun and stuffed the strands into an old and tattered hat. Despite not being touched directly by the sun's rays her hair still felt as if it were on fire and was only getting worse. Down the street she knew of a small diner that served the clientele she gravitated towards, the lack of fighting(or any kind of movement for that matter) suggested that the bar would be empty but it would at least put a roof between her and the sun. She walked calmly down the row and pulled the door open, escaping to a shadow gratefully. "Slow day, huh?" Sky asked the cashier, stepping closer to the girl. "Pity, I was really interested in racking up some favors and finding some work to do." She shrugged and sat herself at a nearby table, stretching out gratefully.

All she ever carried was a dirty old backpack stuffed with a specific set of clothes, a book and a journal with a pen. That wasn't including the twin blades she wielded, each one strapped at an angle to her outer thighs. All else she owned were hidden away in a place she claimed as her own, protected against prying eyes and thieving hands. Sky reached a hand up and swiped the hat off her head, setting it on the table before reaching up again and pulling her hair out of its binds. It draped gratefully down her back, the heat radiating from each black strand. "Hey could I get some water?" She called to the girl as she reached into her bag and pulled out her journal and the pen. This journal had been in her possession for a little while and yet it wasn't even half-way full, partly to due with lack of material and partly to due with how small she had learned to write. A tune had been nagging at the back of her head so every time she had a moment she would try to flush it out, but to no avail. She thumped the pen down on the table next to the book and growled, sitting back in the chair with crossed arms.