Skylar was happily towing her rolling suitcase along the platform, earbuds in and Seamus Kennedy singing in her ears, she couldn't help but be happy and bouncy. Her Bright turquoise hair clashing horribly with her muddy yellow almost green tank top. Her legs were clad in a pair of jeans she had stolen from a school. Being a tad on the short side of 5'4" the hem of the pants slid underneath her worn out and painted workboots.<br/>As careless as she seemed, half of her was on high alert. Taking every detail in, every person and their various appearances, body language and noting the dirty looks she got. Humming cheerfully, she spun quickly on the spot and succeeded in catching her luggage before it fell to the floor. Satisfied that she wasn't being followed, she headed to board the train. Her mind raced as her eyes searched for an empty seat or cabin. She really needed to get away from the people, she could feel her happiness turning into stress and a panic attack.<br/>Stowing her suitcase by a window seat, she pressed a hand to her lower ribs and hurried to find a place away from the noise and heat of the full train car. After a couple minutes of searching, she found herself on the end of the train, on a luggage room.<br/>As her head started to swim from lack of oxygen, she wrapped her arms around her chest and slid down the wall to the floor, knees pulled up to her chin. Taking deep slow breaths, while humming a calming song, the anxiety attack passed quickly. Once she fell like normal, she opened the door and walked back to her suitcase and looked for somewhere to sit.<br/>She watched as one boy punched a harpy boy in the face and smirked.<span style="font-style: italic">My kinda people.</span>She thought as she weaved her way toward the boy and girl.<br/>"Hi! My names Skylar, can I sit with you guys?" She asked, trying not to sound too overly bubbly. She shifted nervously from one foot to the other while waiting for an answer. "Also, nice punch."