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It was a case of mistaken identity. Or something like that. A blind date is a blind date, aka you don't know the identity of the person you're set up with. Problem was, this girl knew the guy she was supposed to be set up with. This supposed-to-be totally random girl took one glance at her "date" and ran the other way. Darcel didn't know her. She didn't know the situation. Didn't know the guy was at best expecting this to be a booty call more than a date. It really did not matter at the time because she was not expected to be mistaken for somebody else. If she looked a little lost, why, it was because she hadn't been on Nova for a long time. Most of her visits out of the slums had been during night. Day and night appeared significantly different to her. She was trying to get her bearings. Mostly worked nights if she could find jobs - with no prior references. Mostly slept during the day. It was all a very confusing schedule. The odd time she breaks it, this happens to her. Well, what can you do? She even dressed the part. Abandoning her usual preference of tomboyish style, she wore new clothes today. Clothing she got from where exactly? With what money? Best not to ask such questions. They were cheap knocks anyway but she did look nice. Her usual twin tails braided and falling down her back, a simple beige summer dress complete with sandals. Darci had a rather shabby bag swung over a shoulder. Other than that, she appeared a perfectly normal twenty year old.

The young woman actually walked past the blonde hair guy once, a quizzed expression clear on her face. She was quite shorter, especially around men, and as the busy street grew more busy she was lost among the crowd for split seconds before reappearing. When she turned around again, she stopped beside the guy. Thinking absolutely nothing of it. In fact, she heard there was a sweet shop nearby and was trying to find it. Alas to the newbie in town.

Darci slid inches closer to the stranger. Inches. Reaaaaach. That's right. You know how to do this, girl. Just reaaaach. Done this a million times. It'd be so easy. Busy street. Lots of people. Dude hasn't even noticed you yet. Did the walk-by. He didn't seem to be with anybody, or that somebody hadn't shown up yet. So she slid next to him after the walk-by, aqua eyes flickering to his rear now and again. She kept craning her head every time she looked, rolling it to look over the crowd. Like they weren't even interested in what could save her from starvation this night - akk! The blonde spoke as she was reaching - finally reaching - for his pants pocket. Introductions, eh? Did he guess that she was trying to rob him? Unlikely. Usually when somebody guessed that, Darci was chased or met with violence or somebody made a big stink 'bout it. She hated crybabies. So... maybe this guy was confusing her for somebody else? Or he was attempting at a socialize. Instead of fleeing from the attempted crime, she burst out laughing. She was never one for lady-like giggles. It just...demeaned the entire female race. Thinking quicker, her reaching hand smacked the stranger on the back in good humour before returning to her side.

" Carse a do! Jast was'ant sare who I was sappased ta be talkin' to" she replied in her thick Brooklyn accent. Turning her head to look up at him, Darci squinted her eyes dramatically before opening them wide. "Yea, sappase ya'll do fa now" she added, nodding her head in an almost sagely way.

Mistaken identity. Pff. She was just walking right into it by now. The young woman held out her hand for him to grab, taking a few steps forward. Oh well. If her day was going to be ruined by this guy, she supposed he would do for entertainment. She did need a guide. This was destiny. Or something. Well, she really didn't believe in all that crap. A coincidence was all this was. "Name's Darcel. So Mista Talls Darks 'n Handsomes, wha ya do fa fun round har?"

OK. She tried to be nice about it. As nice as somebody could be who just attempted to pick your pocket, but this dud was getting on her nerves. She had no frigging clue what the fuck his problem was but be damned if she was going to hang around to find out. There was only so much she could take, and the day was still hangin' around. Darcel wasn't letting it be ruined by some male PMS. The young woman wheeled around on the spot, almost smacking the blonde stranger with her long braided hair. She had to look up to get her point across but it didn't stop her from poking the guy square in the chest as she did so.

"Lookie 'ere, prick, nobody forcin' ya ta stay. 'hink I want to hang 'round some asshole who don't have 'he common decency ta tell me his name when I could be doin' other things? 'ell, I don't even want to wear this prissy ol' dress! Rather be fishing or 'aiding some junk yard. Lots o' good shit in 'here"

If it was one thing she was good at it was surviving. Darci could catch her own food if it came down to it. Sticks were easy to find, and junk yards had bits of cheese in their rat traps that she could use as bait. Also string. Yep, lots of string. But that was beside the point.

" 'sides, I ain't some prissy lil princess ya can insult while I titter 'nd worship 'he ground ya walk on. Ga piss on ya holy ground. 'ow, good day, sir!" she drawled out the last part as sarcastically as she could before turning around and strolling off. She didn't once raise her voice. Not because she didn't want to draw a crowd; heck that would be funny and she could really turn on the water works if she wanted to drown this poor sucker. But because she wasn't really all that mad. Sure, he slapped her hand away and sure, he didn't seem the least bit interested in pursuing an actual meaningful friendship but what are you going to do? People were like that. He wasn't looking down on her, per say. She didn't know. But she wasn't going to be his whipping boy all day. Darcel Quinn was taught decency. Don't let somebody push you around, or about to... It didn't exactly happen. If the guy thought she was one of those girls that, just cause he had looks, she was going to fawn all over him while he acted like a total tool... Well, he had another thing coming.

"By 'he by, where 'he heck is 'he sweet shop? Can ya at least diverge 'hat info, dude?" she turned and called over her shoulder back at mister blonde.


ooc: I ain't leavin'. Darci just had her say, but if you want to end the thread at that, I understand.