What a strange thing! It had been such a long time since the artificial sun had warmed the body of the hot mess the stood in the center of the bazaar. She was a strange woman, standing in the middle of the crowd with her arms spread wide, a smile on her face, and her head facing upwards. She was pale, so pale, in fact, that her skin seemed to glitter with the newfound light. Her hair fine and tangled in a blonde mess on top of her head that filtered like a wild wavy waterfall down her back. Her body scrawny and bony with malnourishment and sickness--and yet, she looked so happy! People pushing past, and snarling at her pleasant behavior in the middle of their shopping. They were disgusted by her absorption of the sun in such a crowded area. She took up space by standing still, tall, and proud.
But, today wasn't about being annoying and in the way like most days were. The 5'5" stranger was on a mission to buy her very first item that was all hers. A possession that would be bought with her own money and without the help of anyone else. Muzai walked barefooted through the bazaar, scrambling and ducking between people. She lacked people skills, and therefore had issues with knowing what was socially acceptable. Her wild hair and child-like behavior sent her dashing under people's arms and between their conversations to get where she needed to be--always in the way, she was.
Hopping over a dog, the woman landed in front of the stall she was looking for. Hair clips. It was something she had never used, but the nurses in the mental ward used them a lot to hold their hair back to look professional and cute at the same time. Crouching down, her fingers curled over the side of the stand, she peered as close as she could possibly get to the jewels. Her nose resting on the edge of the table as she watched each one. Muzai wanted the one that sparkled. She wanted the jewel that she could place in her hair and everyone would notice. One that everyone would envy and want.
And there it was.
It was the strangest thing, actually. She knew it had to be perfect, because her and the clip had a lot in common: They were blonde and unique. The clip was a golden feather, with amazing detail, roughly the size of her index finger in length. Pulling out all of the yen in her pocket, Muzai set down the coins, and a few pieces of lint and wrappers, and pointed to the clip. "I want that one, yeah?" She insisted, the man looking at the yen she had produced. Thirty coins too many, he took it, and nodded to her, as she joyfully pulled her hair back on one side, clipping the feather there for all to see and admire!--not realizing she had been severely ripped off.
But, today wasn't about being annoying and in the way like most days were. The 5'5" stranger was on a mission to buy her very first item that was all hers. A possession that would be bought with her own money and without the help of anyone else. Muzai walked barefooted through the bazaar, scrambling and ducking between people. She lacked people skills, and therefore had issues with knowing what was socially acceptable. Her wild hair and child-like behavior sent her dashing under people's arms and between their conversations to get where she needed to be--always in the way, she was.
Hopping over a dog, the woman landed in front of the stall she was looking for. Hair clips. It was something she had never used, but the nurses in the mental ward used them a lot to hold their hair back to look professional and cute at the same time. Crouching down, her fingers curled over the side of the stand, she peered as close as she could possibly get to the jewels. Her nose resting on the edge of the table as she watched each one. Muzai wanted the one that sparkled. She wanted the jewel that she could place in her hair and everyone would notice. One that everyone would envy and want.
And there it was.
It was the strangest thing, actually. She knew it had to be perfect, because her and the clip had a lot in common: They were blonde and unique. The clip was a golden feather, with amazing detail, roughly the size of her index finger in length. Pulling out all of the yen in her pocket, Muzai set down the coins, and a few pieces of lint and wrappers, and pointed to the clip. "I want that one, yeah?" She insisted, the man looking at the yen she had produced. Thirty coins too many, he took it, and nodded to her, as she joyfully pulled her hair back on one side, clipping the feather there for all to see and admire!--not realizing she had been severely ripped off.