Realities.

Even for Vegas, the girl was weird.

It was almost four in the morning, and the city was still busy. People flowed around her, going to work, going to gamble, to drink, to see what the city held inside it's neon glow. They avoided her, which she didn't pick up on. If she had, she would've been happy- someone might've stopped her from rummaging through the trash can if they'd wanted to. She'd taken off the top and moved aside the papers and cigarette butts and empty cans-

Her one eye widened with surprise and sudden joy as she jerked up and held the half-eaten Chickadactyl up to the light, examining it and ignoring her rumbling stomach. Clash had known she'd find food in one of these boxes! Her smile grew until it was a grin, and her teeth caught the light. They'd been filed into sharpened points.

She brought it close and looked around her a little distrustfully. She was as tall as she was thin, like a wicker scarecrow, and she expected somebody to yank her prize out of her hands. A few people glanced at her, but kept moving, and she relaxed.

Hefting up the sword leaning on the brick wall next to her- the weapon was black and menacing, but so big as to be ridiculous. Clash looked too thin and malnourished to carry it for a whole block, much less actually swing it- she tucked it under her arm and wound the chains leashing it to her around her shoulders so she could scuttle quickly down a dark alleyway, away from all the hustle and bustle and into a quietly menacing underpart of Vegas.

The lights here didn't flash, they just hummed and burned out. Parts of the sidewalk were missing or shattered, and weeds grew in chainlink fences around little plots of trashland to her left. She walked briskly- no one else was out in this part of the city, but she felt she was being watched.

Quickly darting into another alley off the street, she gingerly stepped through an abandoned cell phone store's shattered glass door and walked into the back stockroom. She paused and shut the door behind her, immediately perking up and smiling happily as she leaned her sword against the wall and went to the bed of boxes, newspaper, and a fuzzy blanket she'd found in a dumpster her third day on earth.

She sat down and ate the Chickadactyl in a couple hungry bites, licking her fingers clean when she was done. She usually ate at least once a day now, but she couldn't actually remember a time her stomach didn't feel empty. At least she'd stopped fainting- that had happened on a bus, and when she'd jerked back awake the can of soup she'd found had been gone. She'd had to walk fifteen miles back here, and it had taken all night...

Clash settled into the nest of newspaper and wrapped her blanket around her; There was a hole in the roof above her head, so she looked up at the black-blue night sky. She blinked and once again, a big sunny smile warmed her face.

"I can't wait 'till the Kobbers get here!" She said hopefully, to the silence and dust of the room.