In spite of never charging jewel, the young girl was doing better than even some of the older more experienced street rats. Honest work only went so far, and she had learned that within the first year of being on her own. Scavenging food from random dumpsters, quickly rendered her sick, preventing her from working, which meant more eating out of dumpsters and even more drastic illnesses. Eventually, she had broken the cycle by stealing food for a few nights in a row even though she felt almost too sick to move, allowing her to get back on her feet. Ever since then, the female would make sure she had food, even if she had to steal it. For bathing? Streams worked fine even if she had to go a good distance for a clean one, and she could find almost anywhere to sleep, she had even slept in the woods before she was a runaway, so her biggest concern was keeping fresh food in her stomach. As a side effect of how well she had been doing as of late, the odd-eyed girl had gained a small following of slightly younger kids and even a few really young ones, who wouldn't be making it otherwise. Weighted by her old morals still, the ebony haired child was more than willing to help out the less capable children occasionally, kindness still a moral in her.
A brown paper bag was clutched in her arms as she walked down the cracked street, her bare feet unbothered considering she had gone since seven entirely barefoot, she already had the callouses to survive this. Removing a banana from the bag and beginning to chow down on it, she passed something else, an item she had adverse reactions towards, to a little boy who was gripping the bottom of her dress. "Huh." large eyes turned to see the direction her companion was pointing in, noticing another child rooting through the garbage, she hadn't seen this one much as she could not remember their gender. "Ey, outa te trash." she tossed a rock at the trash can, not at the kid, just the can, the object echoing, hopefully making sure the kids attention was on her. Once more? She reached into the paper bag, which she was heading out to refill today. "Here, I can't an'way, never an get te pit outa em." with that she tossed a peach in the direction on the other kid, taking another bite of her own fruit. The long-haired girl than put a hand on the back of her head, and tried to make a cool exit. "en'up sick tha'way." of course, considering she rarely bothered to speak properly, seeming as if she didn't care may be a bit easier.