Kai sat on the dirty ground, leaning against some store's wall, munchin' on a sandwich. Just waiting for trouble to come to her. Trouble was fun, Kai would admit that anytime. It was trouble that had gotten her here anyways. For the last couple of days she had just been lurking around Miami, like usual. Kai decided that she needed to find a purpose for her being here. And there was only one way she was going to do that.
Kai laid down her food and picked up a pencil that laid on the ground next to her booted foot that was half concieled under loose jeans. She leaned over the notebook overflowing with poems, short stories, lyrics, drawings, and micelanious (?) notes that she had thought of off the top of her head. Her latest piece was for a flyer that she was planning to tack up on some cafe's bullietin board. She was advertising a lead singer for a rock band. Maybe, if she was lucky, there would be someone out there who was looking for what she had.
Kai smiled at her finished ad... it was pretty good... graffiti of guitars and other things sprawled across the whole page. She wrote over it her cell number and all other necessary information. Kai smoothed out her Guns N' Roses boyshirt. Pleased with her handywork, she went back to her food.