She is a gypsy, beautiful and elegant. Long brown curly hair and a red headband, though it doesn't do much for her, though it's mainly just to shut her mother up. The purple make up around her eyes make her blue eyes pop. Her ruby shirt show her stomach and a bit of her chest. Blue 'sleeves' started right above her elbows, which then led to dozens of gold metal bracelets, which hit against each other every time she moved, it really loud she was dancing. Her purple skirt is long and slit up her thighs on both sides, and a red scarf loosely wrapped around her waist. Under her long skirt were knee high red boots. She has gold all over her, mixed in with her clothing and also in all her jewelry, its as just a gypsy thing, and she loves it.
Her and her family travels around Romania, never staying in one place for too long but will travel back to the same city more than once. There's next stop is Oradea. Wanda is messing around with her brother, Pietro, while they're on their way. The two are nearly eighteen and fight their eight.
"Stop touching me!"
"I'm not touching you!"
"Mom! He's touching me!"
"Am not!"
"Will you two stop! You're both seventeen so act like it!" Their mother yelled from the outside of the car, guiding the horses that were pulling it.
The twins sat down, put their hands on their lap and just looked at their mother. Pietro has snow white hair, he kept it covered with a black skull cap, though his hair was long and stuck out under it. He wore baggy gray pants that tightened around his ankles and a blue a vest with gold lining with a low cut brown shirt underneath. A long piece of blue fabric was around his waist to help keep his pants up. His right ear was pierced as well.
After nearly four hours of traveling they finally got to Oradea. "Finally!" Pietro yelled once they finally stopped.
"Shut up."
"You shut up."
"No you!"
"Both of you!"
The twins slightly giggled to themselves and got out of the cart.
He's a thief. His brown hair is, in a way, at a common length for the time, most guys would pull it back, he rarely does. His hair isn't neat, but its not exactly a rats nest either. He has a scruff coming in, and from he sun his skin is tan, but it blue eyes shine bright though all of that. His pants are dark green, and silver fabric around his waist, with a small brown sack on his hip to keep his things. His shirt is blue and torn half way down the center, red string is the only thing keeping it together. He tries not to constantly wear clothes with holes, it's already hard to get a lady when you can't remember he last time you bathed. He hasn't had a home for a few years, living on the streets, sleeping in a barrel of hay if he's lucky.
"Did you hear that those gypsies are going to be in the city!"
"Yeah I heard, so what."
"So what? So what! Do you know what gypsies can do!"
"Steve! Get off me!" Bucky pushes his little brother off him.
"Oof!" he gets up and dusts himself off. Bucky takes a bite out of the apple in his hand. "Can I have a bite?"
"Here," Bucky tosses it to him. Steve catches he red apple and takes a bite from it, then another. "Don't eat it all, Steve!"
"Sorry," he says shyly and tosses the apple back to Bucky. The blond hair boy sits beside his older brother. He's small for his age. The blue vest he wears is big on him, go are his gray shorts, they only stay with with the red fabric around his waist. Bucky recently turned eighteen, Steve is going on fifteen. "Can we go see they gypsies, Bucky? Please! I really want to go see the gypsies!"
Bucky took a bite of the apple. "Sure, not like we have plans."
"Yeah!" he got really happy. "Can we go now? Huh, Bucky? Can we! Can we!" Steve jumped on him again.
"In a little bit, Steve, just relax, I promise that we'll go and see the gypsies. They're going to be here for a while anyway," he handed the apple to Steve.
"I know, but gypsies are cool," he took the apple and bit into it. Bucky jumps down from laying down on a brick wall, his boots hitting the brick ground.
