&quot;Wow, mercenaries. Sounds crude. I only came to have fun.&quot; <i>The girl looks at her two other supposed companions with an eyebrow raised. The nice girl that's most likely easy to bully and the gruff and tough bitch that's experienced and will probably get on her back. Fun composition.</i> &quot;What-fucking-ever, let's get this party started.&quot; <i>With that exposition dealt with, she twirled her hair as she took a selfie, heading through the door with a few clicks of her heels.</i>

<i>Aubrie simply gazed blankly as her phone gets demoted to Pocket Itachi in less than .5 parsecs. Her eyes eyes are as dead as the phone, if she were to actually kill it right now, which she feels extremely tempted to.</i> &quot;Well, the best part of this mission has now been deceased. I feel obligated to break this and buy a new one with dad's credit card.&quot; <i>As she met with the old man, the girl played with her hair, brushing one of her platinum twintails with her fingertips. Her eyes looked up and down at the old man to examine him, and then at her hair. Sizing up people despite being short is a natural talent. Under her breath, she complained a bit with a quiet and bored undertone.</i> &quot;Someone else talk to him please...&quot; <i>Afterwards, she followed along like she ought to, humming and taking out a brush to brush her hair, revealing her blue strands at the end. Her phone's back in her pocket so the message might be even more muffled now.</i>

<i>The girl quickly woke up, not from the sudden conversation, but from all the cigarette involvement what with the smoke and one of them being thrown on the ground. Were there no signs that could have told anyone that this was a no smoking zone or something? 15 years is way too early to be taking in cancer smoke.</i> &quot;I-erm, uh...&quot; <i>She lightly tapped her other...partner in crime, Tana, with her useless phone, giving off an extremely cranky look with her glare. Of course, her twintails were also tangled a bit as the stray strands were sticking out sometimes. Whipser yelling so the adults can have their fun is a nice talent to have because nobody likes loud asses.</i> &quot;What the fuck is happening again?&quot;

&quot;Wow, you mean to tell me that people <b>wanted</b> to be in time for this?&quot; <i>The teenage girl said, walking forwards with her heel boots clicking everytime she took a step. In her left hand was her phone, and the other, a lollipop. If the look on her face was to tell anything, she was a bit annoyed. She put the lollipop in her mouth and side-eyed her phone as she spoke again, texting for no apparent reason.</i> &quot;I saw that stupid advertisement everywhere. Might as well show up and deal with it so it won't annoy me, but...&quot; <i>She put her phone...away. Wherever it went. It was clear that she had actual place to store it other than down her skirt, but the cellular device is now missing in some action.</i> &quot;At least I have others who can do most of the work.&quot;

<i>As she kept brushing her hair, she eventually closed her eyes and started humming the iCarly theme, harmonizing the actual lyrics in her head. Mostly because she's extremely bored and also because she has no faith in the one that supposedly has the most experience here.</i> &quot;...leave it all to me...&quot; <i>The teenage girl said extremely quietly before she ended up falling asleep while standing up. She's still walking though, her heels clicking like always. While the brush would have fallen to the ground, the twintail she was brushing had actually wrapped around the brush so it'd stay afloat.</i>