Avalon heard the teen's plea, but she didn't care for it, so thus she ignored it. Its not that she didn't care, but she really didn't care. At least there were no adults to tell her what to do, why to cover up. She hated the whole lot of them, so thus she didn't care. She headed on her way to her own path.<br/><br/>Walking down the path Avalon lost her coat showing her colorfully tattooed arms on her alabaster skin. Walking along she shook her hips to the sounds of silence accompanied by her whistling. Once she reached the edge of the park she traced her hand on its wall listening to the crackling as she continued. She continued till she found a person of interest.