Sola Vitaz
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With a final glance in the mirror, Sola left the measly room she was renting, making sure to lock the room tightly behind her. She would have loved to have pulled her wand out and used a spell to lock it, but that would require taking out her wand, a huge no-go in the muggle inhabited area. Sola was trying to be low-key. She rather liked New York, and for the first time in a long time, she actually had every intention of staying. As she took the steps two at a time, Sola was feeling much more hopeful than she usually did. Her boss wasn't a complete jerk and neither was the old lady who was renting her the room and she was within walking distance of...everything or so it seemed to the girl who was used to being in small towns, though now she could see she was definitely meant for this big city life. Here, no one knew who she was or cared what she did.
As she stepped out of the apartment building, Sola took in the many sounds. A garbage truck made an annoying beeping sound as it backed up to collect some trash, a cabbie was taking his break and talking on his cell phone in a foreign language and tourists walked this way and that, chattering about the ins and out of their day. Sola turned left and began walking, no clear destination in mind. It was Sola's day off from the diner where she was waitressing and her only plan for the day was to enjoy the wonderful city as the other tourists seemed to be doing. She liked to think that with her black shades, black Converse, her skinny jeans, oversized purse and her gray t-shirt emblazoned with the saying 'I'm hotter than your girlfriend' that she could pass as a New Yorker. Anyone who spoke to her would know otherwise. Her accent although not remarkable in her native England would stand out like a sore thumb here. She hoped to use it to her advantage today though and as she turned a corner, a smile crept over Sola's face. BINGO she thought to herself, noticing that this seemed to be a touristy block. Stores lined both sides of the street and what was even better was that an assortment of street vendors seemed to dot nearly all of the space that wasn't occupied by pedestrians.
Sola slowly made her way up the block, stopping in front of a store where postcards of New York were on display. The pictures didn't move though and not for the first time, Sola wondered why they didn't. Moving on, Sola stopped near a vendor who was selling gorgeous silk scarves. She had a few bucks in her bag, saved from her first paycheck, so she asked the man how much it cost. His reply was startling and she knew she wouldn't have enough. Still, her hands felt the wonderful black silk, deep in contemplation.
As she stepped out of the apartment building, Sola took in the many sounds. A garbage truck made an annoying beeping sound as it backed up to collect some trash, a cabbie was taking his break and talking on his cell phone in a foreign language and tourists walked this way and that, chattering about the ins and out of their day. Sola turned left and began walking, no clear destination in mind. It was Sola's day off from the diner where she was waitressing and her only plan for the day was to enjoy the wonderful city as the other tourists seemed to be doing. She liked to think that with her black shades, black Converse, her skinny jeans, oversized purse and her gray t-shirt emblazoned with the saying 'I'm hotter than your girlfriend' that she could pass as a New Yorker. Anyone who spoke to her would know otherwise. Her accent although not remarkable in her native England would stand out like a sore thumb here. She hoped to use it to her advantage today though and as she turned a corner, a smile crept over Sola's face. BINGO she thought to herself, noticing that this seemed to be a touristy block. Stores lined both sides of the street and what was even better was that an assortment of street vendors seemed to dot nearly all of the space that wasn't occupied by pedestrians.
Sola slowly made her way up the block, stopping in front of a store where postcards of New York were on display. The pictures didn't move though and not for the first time, Sola wondered why they didn't. Moving on, Sola stopped near a vendor who was selling gorgeous silk scarves. She had a few bucks in her bag, saved from her first paycheck, so she asked the man how much it cost. His reply was startling and she knew she wouldn't have enough. Still, her hands felt the wonderful black silk, deep in contemplation.