The comic book shop was bubbling casually with its usual one or two customers. It was a small place, with Marvel characters in life size stickers on the walls, and DC characters on the opposing wall. There were several six foot tall shelves, the comics all in perfect condition. Some even had the plastic still on them. The selection was vast, but homey and comfortable. The carpet was carmine red, the walls a deep shade of plum. The counter was a shade of aubergine, and hard with a smooth countertop and glass shelves beneath it, casing some classic favorites inside, as well as some comic cards and whatnot. On the counter was the cash register, a cup that had ''Financial Aid?" written on it, and another cup that had Gunslinger bookmarks in it, readhing "25 cents" on its front. And behind the register was Sienna Rouge.<br/><br/>She stood in a eggplant-colored long-sleeve top. The sleeves fell over almost to her knuckles and the shirt itself hugged her curves, a deep would-be-revealing 'V' cut neck that showed a black tank top beneath. Her pants were a smooth denim worn at the knees and front upper thighs, a shade of rich prussian blue. And her shoes were baby blue Mary Jane heels, closed toe and with a strap over the front along her ankle. The young woman stood with a look of total boredom on her face. Her lips were pursed in curiosity as to what the real world was like, her tongue brushing over her lip ring back and forth and back and forth. Her eyes were cased in smoky combinations of arsenic gray, taupe, and ash gray. Her lashes long, her eyes a smooth shade of rich earthy green that bore flecks of topaz that made them something one could easily get lost in. Her hair was tied back into a low ponytail that let her black smooth locks trickle down her back, availing the simple baby blue sapphire studs in her ears.<br/><br/>One stepped into the shop and was exclaiming something about a dragon in Central Park. Sienna but laughed quietly to herself, tapping her painted dark grey nails against the counter. From inside of the employee lounge, came a tall limber black man. He wore a Green Lantern shirt and black jeans, leaning over Sienna by almost a half foot. He had thick dread locks pulled back and a wide smile, making him look like a geeked out Bob Marley.<br/><br/>"Go on and take break brownie." He said, his thick Jamaican accent pouring over his words as he put a skinny but large hand on her back and gave her a push. She scoffed at his calling her brownie. Azibo found it funny that she was named after brown make-up. But he couldn't offend her too much, Azibo was perhaps her greatest, and maybe even only, friend since she'd moved here.<br/><br/>Sienna shrugged at his suggestion and sighed, moving and picking up a dark red back-back and sliding it over her shoulder, her notebooks and whatnot inside of it. One notebook for her change schedule, one for her diary and notes, one for her dietary schedule. She moved out of the door and began to walk down the road, the cool night air brushing over her bare neck and soothing her tense day. As she walked, she felt something bizarre, a ambulance parking up ahead of her. As she came closer and closer, she looked to see a woman in the park, surrounded by heavy footprints and indentions in the earth. Her head tilted to the side and she watched from a distance, curious as to what was going on. Slowly, but surely, she began to approach though. There was something in her head when she saw this woman, something that told her she was like her. She wondered if she could reach her, talk to her even. Maybe even make up an excuse to get her away from the reporters and whatnot. She was what... her roommate, her sister? She'd come to pick her up when she'd heard about the incident?<br/><br/>But did the woman even want help?<br/><br/>Sienna bit her lip and traced her tongue over her lip ring, bright green eyes studying the woman as she continued to slowly approach.