Little red flower.

Unfair Scuffle.

A beeping becomes the only sound around the other wise quiet room.

Why?

The girl smooshes her face further into the bed, hoping some how the sound would go away, it stops, the starts up again.

Sia reaches out, grasping the hard, metallic thing, cracking open one eye she stares at the phone in her hand.

I've never owned a phone... Good to see my room is as secure as ever.

She flips it open, letting it rest on her cheek next to her ear, listening to muffled sounds she recognises a voice.

Kurapika?

And then it hangs up, Sia sighs, flopping onto her back, fully awake now.

Her golden eyes stare at the ceiling for a while before looking back at the phone.

Annoying.

She sits up, shuffling to the side and off her bed she gathers her clothes, binder first, the stockings, followed by shorts, she undoes some buttons on her dress and drops it over herself, her head popping out the top, she adjusts it around herself pulling the underskirt up next, she admires how poofy her skirt has become as she ties up the ribbons.

Neatening her hair into its normal Bob cut she places a ribbon in it and proceeds to do a mental check of her belongings, her eyes turn to the phone on her temporary bed, she walks over to it, picking it up as if it was a desease she walks over to the window withing the room.

Sia looks outside and silently sighs as she reaches down, she hauls the window open, the sudden breeze making strands of her hair go rouge, she leans out the window admiring the height.

Good enough.

Reaching back she tosses the phone out the window, watching it go with keen eyes until it is embraced by shrubbery, she huffs as she pulls the window back down and dusts off her hands, continuing to look outside her nose scrunches up slightly.

Never been one to have such technology, and I won't start now.

Sia looks up at her ceiling again as she feels the presence of two things moving around the room... Together mostly.

They're either ball room dancing or fighting, and the movement is a bit too erratic for dancing in my opinion.

Sia mentally shrugs as she makes her way to her door she steps out, closing it behind her with a soft click she makes her way down the hall

I dunno why I bother to be fair, people still come and go as they please.

She walks to the main buying area on the floor and admires the options, chocolate catches her eye as she smile warmly, she wanders up to the counter pointing at different candies and drinks, plus two books.

Hisoka has a fight today, it's a while away and I'm not particularly keen to go visit him yet

Sia takes the paper bag of stuff and nods in thanks, making her server smile, she swirls around in a 180, making her skirts swish as she wanders over to the smaller seating area, plopping herself into one of the more comfy seats she glances to the TV in the centre showing the fights happening currently.

Imagine getting up so early for a fight.

Sia sneers at the clock higher up the wall as she rummaged through the bag, pulling out a drink and a book she smiles happily.

If I could live in a library I would, sadly life says no and instead I get to travel more than I want to.

Sia puffs out her cheeks in a pout, twisting off the cap to her drink she takes a sip, feeling the bubbles in her mouth she internally giggles.

She places her drink on a side tables and splits open her book.

{for people reading either puts them to sleep or they get absorbed into the book, regardless time goes quicker}

Sia looks at the up coming fighting pairs, a smile gracing her lips as she sees the familiar name, she downs the remainder of her drink we she picks up her back of snacks, stuffing the book back into the bag too, she takes off towards the lift, stepping in she motions towards the arena to which the lady nods.

The doors slide open as Sia skips out, waving good by to the elevator hand, she waves back as Sia smiles even brighter as she takes off down the hall, she follows the crowds into the seating area of the arena and admires how different high floor arenas are to the lower floors.

There's only one ring for a reason, and this should be a good fight.

Hugging the paper bg to her chest she follows the stream until she spots a single seat, in fact there's no one sitting next to this guy, a wall of aura smashes into Sia's senses as she understands why no one sat next to him, Sia shrugs and places herself beside him, her skirt puffing up around her.

The man stares at the small girl with death in his eyes, he is large, beefed up and not taking anyone's crap, Sia Sweats at his gaze and rummage through her bag, pulling out some chocolate she holds it out to the muscled man, a warm smile on her features as she kicks her feet childishly since she can't touch the floor.

Please take the damn chocolate before it melts in my hand.

The man continues his intense stare but takes the chocolate, his aura seems to calm down as he snaps off a bite into his mouth, Sia mentally sighs in relief putting chocolate into her own mouth.

The screen above the arena blairs in a bright array of colours (I spelt it with a u, suck it you Americanos) as the announcer yells out the pairing.

"On my left side we have the previous floor master himself, self proclaimed jester, and a man no one is willing to touch. Hisoka!"

There's a mix of cheers and grumbles as hisoka walks onto his side of the arena and does an over the top bow.

So stares at him in silence and she shoves another piece of chocolate in her mouth, holding out a second piece, a larger hand takes it also known as her new seating neighbour.

She looks up at him as the announcer goes over hisoka's opponent, yell of his name gets her attention.

"Marco!"

She instantly looks at the arena.

Polo?

This burley brooding man with long hair steps into the arena and Sia snorts, a grin pastes itself onto her face as she eyes up the opposition.

Oh my god there's actually gonna be a murder, this man has nothing on the clown. Does he have a death wish?

A deeper voice besides her speak.

"Marco is a dead man. Maybe he'll meet polo's creator."

Sia collapses in her chair at his remark, shaking and trying to compose herself.

The macho man besides her looks down at her silently laughing figure with a grin.

"What's your name little one?"

Sia glances up at him, a large smile on her face as she fumbles through the pockets of her over coat, with a slightly quivering hand she holds out her hunter licence.

He looks down and with a heavy gaze he grumbles out.

"Sia...?"