Matilda Juniper Sparks
Bright dark colored hues looked about the city of Racial Passage with excitement. It had been a little time since she 'accidentally' listened in on a conversation about the masks. Who ever these heavy pocket people were they seemed to know a lot more about the fabled mask then she had ever heard. They whispered about their powers and what they could do for someone that they possessed one of them. Matilda knew that she had to get in on it. It was rare that the gypsy would ever just listen to the apparently "in the know" leaders of the village with out of picking their pockets. The girl had only refrained because of the information she was gathering so easily. It was always amazing to the short female, what people would say in public when they thought others weren't listening. In that conversation she learned that a representative of the village was going to be sent on the 'perils journey'. Most would have been scared off by the tales of what laid beyond the mountains, but not Matilda! She couldn't wait to find the person they were sending. Oh yes, the girl had a plan.It was a relatively simple plan. Step one, was find this hunter that was to be sent. That was easy enough, the people she had been tailing lead the young female straight to the home. Step two, follow and learn about the tracking habits and other skills of the one she was following. Once again fairly simple. Matilda felt like she was quiet enough and cunning enough not to be noticed. If she ever was noticed, perhaps she looked obscure enough that she wouldn't be recognized. Soon she learned to keep clear of the persons visage and follow them like shadow. It was after all that had lead her here to this city. The arrival had signaled the third step: find supplies and decided to other keep following who she was, or chose someone else that would surely be going on the quest... decisions, decisions.
The one she had been tailing went off to purchase their own supplies, she didn't follow. No, she just wanted to get a good feel of the large urban area. Dark brown eyes scanned all the people she passed.So many easily picked pockets! I could retire right now! Matilda thought as she moved through the crowd now with relative ease. She had been to other cities before, but this one always seemed to be more of a hustle and bustle then any other. Money would be easily gleamed here! Maybe I should just relocate the kiddies here! she thought with a small smile thinking about the littler ones she would look in on and take care of from time to time. Knowing the idea was the exact opposite of what she wanted to do, Matilda quickly shook the idea from her head and started to look for a too heavy pocket.
The market place was busy, people buying and treading goods. It was easy not to notice the small female moving about. Nope, not that one, probably has a family, she commented as she passed by each potential pocket. She idly looked over the wares as she passed them, her eyes flicking to see how closely a store keep was paying attention. At a fruit cart she simply rolled up when a blonde female busied the cart owner with wanting to trade. Matilda took the opportunity and plucked five apples from the cart. The two were so wrapped up in bartering the vendor at least didn't notice her. Moving away from the cart the gypsy raised girl started to juggle newly stolen fruit.
Pickpocketing was something she didn't feel like putting effort in to that day. She decided that putting on a little performance to get the coins to get the food and other supplies she was sure to need.Singing a rather naughty tune about sailor and his many sea port lovers, the girl shrugged her pack she had been carrying on her back down. Juggling and removing a pack, while singing, was very hard to do. Well, for most, but the spunky girl made it all look so easy. Soon the clink of metal was in her slightly open bag. A small crowd of ever changing people stopped to watch and listen to her. It was nice not to seem so invisible. Her way of getting money usually demanded the talent of disappearing into a crowd. Though most of the time she found it fun, there was times she wished that people would take some notice of her.
Soon the song was done, and she gave very boyish bow. Some people applauded, even few called for an encore, but it seemed that Matilda had made a good chunk of change. Slipping all but one of the apples into the now clinking bag, Matilda made her excuses for not performing any more, before quickly going back to her invisible place in the ebb and flow of crowd. Right after the show she moved to give the money to the vender without explaining why before moving off again.But the blonde was still working out her transaction. She continued to hum the song she had been singing earlier as she took a large bite of the apple. It was nice to know that she earned this apple. Food she had worked for always tasted better. She was only half listening to the conversation of the older blonde and the vendor. Then a name came up, Ivan McCall which caused the dark eyes to look up from her half devoured apple.
She had heard that name before. But where? she questioned herself looking away again as to not seem too interested in what was being said. The directions were given and the woman moved on. Shoving more than enough coins into the hand of the fruit merchant, Matilda made her way after the woman. She stayed a good distance behind. The girl hoped she wouldn't be noticed. It seemed like she wasn't, but she couldn't be sure. All the same she followed the woman, ducking behind a corner as fast as she could when the woman came to the door. A name was called and the blonde's head turned. Dark brown eyes flickered towards the one that called it as well. A dark haired man approached the blond, that Matilda assumed was named Tabitha.
The pair seemed to know each other, that was a little intimating.It was always harder to track pairs. Sighing softly she looked towards the building, while half keeping an eye on the pair. The gypsy raised girl needed to figure out why that name was so familiar. Truly it was bugging her to no end. From her vantage point she couldn't tell what any advertisement there was on the front of the shop. So it was no use trying, but luckily the pair moved into the building leaving it open for her to come out and inspect it. Which she did five seconds after they were inside. She had counted the seconds before advancing. Standing outside the girl looked the place up and down. "Ammo," she said quietly to herself as she read the advertisement on the building. It all hit her then, the person she had followed here had instructions to seek some of his provisions for the trip here!
Matilda could have clapped. Fate had lent itself to her once again. If this was a piece of the masks' puzzle then she needed to get in on it too. She didn't assume yet that the blonde, Tabitha, or her companion were involved with the search. No, she was too wrapped up in the prospect of perhaps learning some more information. With new goals and plans in mind, the young adult entered the shop and moved off to the side as not to run in to the pair. There she stood, listening quietly but keeping herself busy by pretending to look through her pack to see what kind of money she had.
