The streets are alive with people. She blends in with relative ease, although if it were up to her then she'd command all of their attention. Is it so wrong to have such a carnal need for someone to pay her any mind?

Attention seeking isn't a trait most like to boast about. It certainly has a sort of negative connotation but for her? It's a basic human right she was deprived of. It's natural for her to want it, almost like breathing air or drinking water. Although she supposes that it takes skill to command the ever fleeting attention of the masses these days. They need a push, whether it's in the form of a threat or an event, and she just isn't creative enough to meet those requirements.

Instead, she dresses differently, styles her hair in a way that will garner the looks she desires.

Pigtails of long freshly dyed strawberry blonde, a red plaid skirt and a white button up, knee high boots. Light makeup accents already striking features, a secretive smirk curling at her lips. A few looks here and there are earned but not nearly enough... It'll suffice for now and yet, soon the hunger will strike again. The emptiness will sit for too long and she'll be back to where she started. Grasping at straws, trying anything and everything to replenish and refill the void. Nothing can truly replicate that parental love but she'll be damned if she doesn't try.

Cloud lazily move overhead and she finds herself resting on a park bench, pale blue eyes following the sky's movements with little care. Boredom wraps around her with tight fingers. People watching, cloud watching... The options are slim for entertainment and so she simply leans back into the bench, a huff of annoyance escaping out into the air. "Ridiculous," she murmurs. "There's really nothing happening?" A disgrace, really. A huge city like this and no excitement in the air? What's a girl gotta do to have a little entertainment in her life? Cherry merely groans and begins to accept defeat, an idle hand swirling a stray piece of hair around lazy fingers. If her day is going to consist of looking at clouds then she almost wishes someone would just knock her out right then and there. When she starts to believe even being punched would be better than this current sad excuse of a day... That's when she knows the need for excitement is starting to eat at her insides. "Stupid." The word is a little more than a soft growl as she tears her eyes from the sky to focus on the people filtering in and out of the park. Maybe she should just approach someone and casually strike up a conversation? God what would she even talk about? When she left home, she never thought it would be so difficult to make even a single friend but now? Part of her definitely regrets it but scouring the city for company will always be better than begging for love from a family that never cared. And so, without another thought, she climbs to her feet and begins another lap around the lush greenery in hopes that someone will capture her interest...