Half Off Groceries? [Open +2]

She dropped her canteen to her side. In retrospect maybe a thermos would have been more normal, but she wanted to make use of something from that place. It would haunt her forever, and to carry a reminder of her survival was enough to keep her going. She let off a sigh as she pressed off the brick wall to continue her journey. It wasn't a hot afternoon, but she was a long ways from home, and this market was a fraction of the cost of the places back where she lived. She didn't need to get any greens, not today at least. The plants at home were growing fine, for the most part at least.

"I should maybe get a drink first." she said to herself. She would continue her walk to the storefront, only to think of a cafe to sedate her, at least for a while. The sale was today, and the market didn't close until after sundown, long into the night. She had time. She had more than enough time.

She looked around the unfamiliar area. Her pink hair would catch the orange hues of the sky. Her white tank top would be loosely hung over her body, and her short denim shorts hugged her very figure. She dressed for heat, even if the didn't shine. But what would this day hold?

She saw a man enter the shop, and even if she had never been to this market before, he was out of place, just like her. She turned to enter the store, only to hope there was something inside of the market. She would brush by the others to rush in. She lifted her canteen to a cashier, only to be pointed to the back of the store.

Surely she could have snuck a snack or two between the crowd, but it would be a crime. She would settle for filling up on water and getting something to eat afterwards. She didn't care at this moment, but would look up at the shelves and the lists they gave. She aimlessly wandered between people, without a basket in hand, wondering what she really needed.

She saw the man again, from the other end of the isle. She was standing in the midst of the produce section, trying to at least find more seeds to plant at home. But maybe he too, was as lost as she was. "If I ask him for help, we won't get anywhere, but he looks interesting enough." she wondered to herself, trying to pick the most beneficial partner for her small errand. She stood still, watching him. She didn't care, nor did it matter to her if it was strange to do so.

"But we need to feed." a voice rang inside of her mind. She would ignore him, as she always did. She would not give into his chaos. Not now. Never again.

"No." she would answer. She was not lost, and there was nothing on his face. "You don't belong here." she'd say. She didn't mean it to be condescending, nor in a negative tone. It was her opinion. He wore more elaborate things than the others, and he simply stuck out, just as her own pink hair would draw attention. But in this world, dying your hair, or having your quirk alter you in some physical way wasn't rare. Almost everyone stuck out physically, but how he carried himself, he was different.

She hated people, everyone. But for now, she would look past it. There was things she needed, and it didn't matter who was in her way. She turned to grab a few packets of seeds of various kids before turning back to the man. "I didn't mean to catch you attention." she would say. She wasn't someone who would apologize. To apologize was to care. And to care was to say anyone mattered. But no one else did. And certainly not anyone else in this market. If they died, she would not bat an eye. As long as she got what she wanted, without issue, it didn't change her.

"My name's Kasey, and I don't normally shop this far from home." she would say. It was useless information and he could perceive it as a lie, just she could assume his words were the same. But how would this day go?

"Ah, so I was right." she smiled to herself. A nickname in this world was someone who had something to hide. Heroes could use their real names, because all they went by was their alias. To her, it was amusing to hear, perhaps he was worth some of her time after all. She gave a small laugh before continuing.

"G, do you happen to know of any good places to eat around here?" she would ask, curious, but also wondering what the man could offer and suggest. She didn't give him much to work with, and for good reason. He could ask her what type of food, or he could simply just give her a answer close by. The choices were endless, and she wanted the world to stay that way.

"In this world of monsters, how long can you last until you become one?" he prodded her once more, trying to get a reaction out of her. She was far too used to the voice. It was the only one that didn't scold her. He had kept her company, and had pointed out things for the survival of them both. He was the source of her power, and she would never forget that.

"Maybe he'll take us out to eat, or maybe he'll show us some place good." she thought to herself. She always seemed to eat for two.

She would follow, looking at the other passersby and their baskets. She took note of the brands and things the store had to offer.

"Chips. Cereal, the one shaped like cookies. . . . and and - "

"Pasta. And cheese. Lots of cheese. Also vitamins."

She made her shopping list in her head as she followed the man. She had looked at the isles before hand and could guess where everything was, more or less. When time allowed, she would make her own run.

"Oh, I'm always hungry." she'd say, "Always room for a second breakfast, or well, a fifth." she smiled, leaning a bit and turning her head to read the labels over the isles. She would buy a lot more than she needed, it wasn't always that she was at a sale.

She needed an answer from him, or at least some sort of direction to go. If he would accompany her, then perhaps she could find a new job in this city and she could move. The only thing that seemed to hold her back was her plants, and even they were starting to die. It was supposed to save her some money, but she was only able to harvest them once. Maybe he would have some ideas of what she could do. 

Her quirk? To her own knowledge, she didn't rely on eating so much food. To her it wasn't about feeding herself to use power, but feeding herself as the spirit took the food first. After he was full, then she could feed herself. That was how she saw it, and wouldn't know otherwise.

"Nah." she'd answer him, "But I do try to eat healthy." He would offer to pay and she would nod. It had all gone to her plan, but even so, she would never place herself in debt to others. As he would finish up, she would slip away and run off into the isles. In less than a few minutes she would hold all of her own items and quickly make her way back behind the man. Several cereal boxes in her arms, six boxes of spaghetti, three bricks of cheese and a large container of vitamins. She nearly juggled them all in her arms while she would behind the man, making steps to the side to balance it all. After he would pay, she would place her own items to be purchased, and have them placed in four bags. She would leave the market with two bags in each side of her. While they were large and seemed heavy, to her, it was nothing. The strain of the weight would not exist to her, for the time being. It was the first time she would use her quirk today, and in a way indiscriminate to others.

"If ya pick a good place, I'll pay for it." she'll say. "If not, then the check will be on you~!" she would jokingly say so, but she also have little hopes in good food. Everything tasted like garbage to her. Either her tastebuds were destroyed, or she simply had a more refined taste for the finer things.