In the town centre, the usual Lindblum band was playing its usual theme, upbeat tourist tunes for the common people to feel inspired by. Out of one of the alleys came a girl who looked about 16 holding hands with a guy who was slightly taller than her. She had blue eyes, blond-brown hair down to her waist and a normal figure. She was wearing a startling red silk skirt and a plain white top, which clung to her figure immaculately. He had brown scruffy hair and grey eyes, his skin tone was tanned and he was wearing a faded red t-shirt and black cotton trousers. She laughed at the usual music and started to sway her hips to the rhythm. The boy let go of her hand and sat on the edge of the fountain, watching her. Her dress swirled around her legs as she danced, catching on the static air around the girl and flowing out in a beautiful crescent away from her as she danced round the space in front of the Synthesis shop. She waltzed her way over to the guy and held her hand out to him, which he refused to take, letting his hands take a firm grip on the side of the fountain he was sitting on. As she got more and more persistent, his face began to fold into anger and suddenly he took her hand and pulled her towards the place he had been as he got up, causing her to go flying into the water of the fountain. She got up quickly and tried to follow him, her legs and arms dripping. 'Don't come back home tonight either!' he shouted over his shoulder as he pushed past two figures on the road leading towards the air cabs. The figures, a blonde haired guy with a tail and a red haired guy of the same size as the blond guy looked at each other. The blond guy didn't suppress a sly smile and he started to walk towards the girl, who had sat down on the edge of the fountain, looking at the road and her knees, her hair hiding her face from people left and right. She told herself she wouldn't cry and as she went to look at the heavens and shout at the sky that 'she was a good girl, why wasn't she allowed someone to love?' two guys sat down either side of her. She stayed looking down.

'I saw what happened.' The guy on her right said 'He's not very nice…' the girl looked to her right to see a blond haired guy looking down at her. '…you ok?' he asked and smiled at her, despite her sadness, she couldn't help smiling back. She looked down again, running her fingers through her hair

'We weren't getting on very well anyway' she admitted, pushed a final hair back from her face and looked out over the road towards the shops and air cab, where the guy had gone.

'Do you want-' the blond guy said, looking at the girl's wet clothes

'- to come with us? We'll take you to our hideout; you can dry yourself off there.' The other guy said quickly, stopping the blonde guy from saying what he was going to. The girl looked at him. It was the first time he spoke and she found easiness in his voice she couldn't understand. He was an interesting person to look at, his hair tied back and up with a bandana. She smiled tightly and gave a little nod to him. All three of them got up together then and they guided her to the air cabs.

They went into their hideout in the theatre district and the red-haired guy got a towel for the girl to dry herself with. The blonde haired guy sat at the table, watching the girl.

'So, what can I call such a beautiful girl as you?' he drawled to her as she was rubbing the towel furiously on her arm, trying to use the friction to dry her clothes. She looked up at him with a knowing smile.

'Isobelle.' She said, keeping her eyes focused on the blonde guy's eyes.

'Such a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl.' He breathed, then turned slightly. Gesturing towards the red haired guy, who was leaning on the wall, he gave out their names 'He's Blank,' Blank raised his hand from his crossed arms slightly and gave a non-committal wave, 'And I'm Zidane.' The blond guy finally revealed. Isobelle noticed that his eyes were focused on her blouse front, which had turned almost see-through. Instead of being offended, she laughed. 'Is Zidane a funny name?' Zidane said alarmingly angered

'No, I'm just realising where you're looking when you look at me.' Isobelle replied, never rising to the challenge of emotion in her voice. Zidane looked taken-aback but Blank just laughed from where he was leaning

'I'm-' Zidane started but never finished for Baku came in the door then

'Hello, who's this lady then?' then he noticed Zidane and Blank 'Oh, you got a person to help with our play did you? Ok, have you told her, her job?' he carried on, looking from Zidane to Blank back to Zidane

'A play?' Isobelle asked and Zidane looked at her, realizing that she would be perfect to help

'Yeah, we're doing a play of 'I want to be your canary' in Alexandria soon. You'd be perfect to help us with a few lines!' Isobelle's eyes lit up.

'Alexandria? Wow! I'd love to!' she squealed rather enthusiastically. Baku laughed from the doorway.

'You'd better tell her the plan as well then.' He added and walked out the door again 'I'm goin' to find the rest of the gang. Business, business, business!' he said, slapping his hands together and laughing his infamous laugh.

'Plan?' Isobelle asked Zidane and Blank, raising her eyebrow and smiling wickedly. Zidane and Blank looked at each other and read each other's expressions

I told you she would be a good member!

Just don't screw this up with your chat-up lines Zidane!