Who: Mitchie Torres and Joe Jonas What: Random encounter, leading to a slightly pouty Mitchie at the end When: Afternoon of Oct. 15th Where: Outside some shops in the city Rating: TBD, can't imagine very high Status: Incomplete
Now that the streets weren't nearly as dangerous as they had been, Mitchie was actually sort of enjoying her time in LA. Sort of. She still was without her friends and family, and living in a shelter with people she really didn't know, but after coming in during the end of the world, anything was better than that. She'd been taking advantage of the sun, and spending nearly everyday outside, just exploring the city when she didn't have the courage to do so before.
Today she found herself exploring some displays that shops had set up outside. There were multiple ones outside, from clothing, to CDs, to tables full of useless junk. Not that she should really be spending the little money she did have, but since she hadn't really done anything with it since she got here, what was the harm?
She was in a better mood than she had been since she got her as she browsed through a milk crate full of CDs, most of them kind of older, and pretty lame, but you never knew what you'd find. She was singing to herself as she went, softly, and most people didn't really seem to notice.
"I wanna get back To the old days When the phone would ring And I knew it was you"
Trailing off her stuck to humming the tune that she had thought up in her head for the incomplete song as she moved onto the next crate. There had to be something worth getting here, she just had to find it.