Her scarlet hair was a dutifully organized mess- the kind of mess that happens when you try desperately to shove everything in a bun and forget about it. It was the hard mix between comfort and formality that defined Julia's attire, and to some extent, her attitude in life. Practical boots pressed against the sidewalk of one of Eirenhyre's busy intersections one after the other, creating an aura of purpose that seemed to part the crowd for her.

Or at least, it usually did.

When Julia hit that stop in the road and the speed she had been working on came to a sudden and screeching halt, she found herself at the end of a growing crowd of people and cars alike. The intersection had somehow been turned into an open mic day, and some youthful republic radicals were mouthing heedlessly against their rivals, Parllax. Julia sighed deeply and removed her sunglasses in an irritated fashion, tucking them into the pocket of her shirt before pulling out her phone. She hastily texted Lucy a message: New kids on the block are making some noise. I'll be there in 30.

When she looked up, the demonstrators were still talking of peace and preventing wars through kindness and compassion towards all beings. "A little hypocritical, don't you think?" Julia mumbled underneath her breath, eyeing any way out of the mess that she could find. A bunch of hopefuls were running across the crowd handing out pamphlets to anyone that was standing within a twenty-meter radius. Tch. It wouldn't be long until the traffic police cleared this show out, but she was in a rush...as she always was.

Turning around, Julia found that the crowd had practically multiplied in the absence of her watch, and there was not going to be an easy way out of this situation.

"You're kidding me."