lets have a fun time, silas/lucia

There were times were she wished that she lived with her biological parents or even been adopted by a nice set of parents, maybe she would have been better off and not be drawn to dangerous situations. She often felt like she was missing on a mothers love, it's not like the White's were a bad set of folks, but they were foster parents and didn't plan on adopting any more children. These were facts that had been given to them after adopting a set of twins that came from an abusive family. Now that was a sad store, that made her feel better about how she was just abandon after she was born. Somewhere down the line she ran into her mother without knowing that it was her mother, and was given a present; it was a old pocket knife with 'Vetis' carved on one of its sides. All she knew about the knife is that it belonged to one of her biological brothers, yet she was certain that she would never met anyone in her family.

There was often times were she wondered what it would be like to be the age that her fake ID said that she was, but sometimes she would figure it'd be a normal thing. Also hoped that there was more to life, then people judging you for what you've been through and not who they are. She hated people that judged others, it wasn't polite. One of the few things that she hated out of people is when they had the nerve to be rude to her, just because she was a fifteen year old girl.

Her hands ran through her long onyx appearing locks while her eyes was cast in the center of the ring where she had assumed that the performance would be held. The female had been lost in her own thoughts and troubles that she had not realized the complications of that might occur in a public event. Maybe if she had a more sense to stay away from this particular day, but she was drawn to danger and had a particular sense of adventure that driven her through the stickiest situation. She was probably the only fifteen year old that had a messed up left knee, but in her defense she was a running for some odd number of months. Her knee hurted when the seasons changed between the air pressure and especially when it rained, those were the worst days.

A unfamilar rugged sounding voice was cast beside her, causing her to tear her eyes away from the center of the ring to an older looking feller. Lifting up her eyebrow at his question directed towards her, "No, it is not." she answered the man's question taking in his sense of style trying to recapture his youth. Then she heard his other comment and playfully rolled her eyes, "You don't have to find somewhere else, sit here, if you like." she responded to him, with a friendly smile playing on her soft pink lips. The sad thing was she had more of a chance to be attracted to older men or woman, then teenagers her own age unless they were geniuses.

She picked up her bottle of water and brought it to her lips, taking a small sip to moisen the back of her throat while she listened to the mans comment. She really hadn't noticed how fast the tent packed up, she glanced around quickly, "They might need to invest in a bigger tend." she said, playfully and scooted over to allow him to seat and offered her hand to him, after putting down her water bottle between her theighs. "But hey, I'm Serah." she said, introducing herself to him and would proceed to shaking his hand, before letting go and placing her hands in her lap. She was sure that most young woman would find him highly attractive, but the thing was.. she could not.