My confidence is leaving me on my own.

[Tony Bianca]

"Excuse me sir?" A meek yet even voice rang out, lost in the vast open space that was the Plaza. A slim and dainty figure towered over a business man who had just been called out to by the young man.

"I'm sorry sir, but you seemed to have dropped this penny...but, then, I was wondering if I could... keep it?" Tony smiled warmly, trying his best to keep a straight face even though he had just heard the words that escaped his mouth, and realized how ridiculous such a question sounded. The man did not reply well. He looked Tony up and down, lowered his glasses to the bridge of his nose and looked him square in the eye.

"You on drugs, boy?" the man spoke with a heavy southern accent, eyeballing Tony to a point where he immediately became uncomfortable. He kept his face straight none the less and shook his head firmly. The southern man walked away briskly, leaving Tony triumphantly grasping his quarter in his hand.

"Thank you!"

Tony strolled back to his originally spot where he had been sitting before he heard the clang of opportunity as the coin had hit the floor. He sat at the concrete edge of the large fountain, a look of pure joy spread over his face. Tony looked over into the glistening water and stared back at the peculiar boy looking back at him. Water!Tony's hair was a mess, pulled back messily into a small ponytail, barely being controlled by many multi-colored hair clips and a thin black hair tie. His large brown eyes had slight bags under them, proving he had had little sleep this week.

Tony laughed a little at his silly appearance, but then decided it was time to get back to business. He had come here for a reason. Tony looked down to his right and admired the small little pile of coins he had situated by his side. Perfect. This was so going to work. Tony could feel it. He could feel the magic.

"Hm... does it technically need to be a wishing well for this to work? Maybe this is a wishing fountain?" Tony relished in the sound of his won voice as he whispered to himself, merely thinking out loud.

"Maybe it is a wishing well...er, fountain rather, but no one knows about it yet. I could discover it, they would rename it after me, and naturally give me a big sack of money. They hand those out on occasion.." While he mumbled, he grabbed a shiny penny from his pile and held it out, his long arm stretched a few feet away from the edge of the fountain. He could see the reflection his arm made in the water, and he closed his eyes and prepared for his wish.

"Or, they could arrest me for polluting their fountain with pennies."

Plunk. The penny sunk down to the bottom, and rested on the floor of the fountain. He opened his eyes... nope, no police grabbing him by the shirt colar... but then again, there was no sack of money here either. Darnit.

"Best to try again." He laid his head in his left hand and used his right to adjust his dark glasses that had slipped down his nose, momentarily revealing his eyes to the public. He pushed them back to their proper place calmly. Most people around here had no idea there was anything different about him, he made sure about that. Most of them just focused on his feminine personality. They had enough to hate him for already, he doubted the public could handle anything else.

Tony dropped coin after coin into the clear water, ignoring the stares he got from others. Tony had faith in his wishing well. And if it worked, he would have three big sacks of money, Jake Gyllenhaal on a leash, and a talking purple dog. If anything else, he could pay the people around him to stop staring.

"It's wishful thinking," he muttered, finishing his thoughts out loud, then recoiling at his own bad pun. "Oh my, I should be shot for that one. Wishful thinking? Yikes."

[Emelia]

Emelia was simply bored out of her mind flitting around her dorm for the past few days. She hadn't really worked up the courage to go out by herself until now. The fear still quaked in her, however. She never went anywhere alone any more. Not for the past two years at least. But she had no friends here, so it wasn't really like she had much of a choice, now did she? PLus, it was a nice Sunday afternoon, how much bad could happen now with the sun shining and everyone out and about enjoying the sunshine? She could be safe. Just stay away from dark alleyways, right? Right. Yes. The girl was completely and utterly parnoid about the world, not trusting a single set of eyes in it. Her reason was deeply locked in her secrets inside of her that would never leak out, if she had anything to do with it. Yes, she was afraid of going outside, but she couldn't stand fixing up and cleaning her dorm any longer. Sure, she got some things done for art class but that only could keep you occupied for only so long. That time had run out for her.

Pale hands shook as she ran her fingers through her hair, azure eyes round with some sort of fear. Why was she so afraid? A breath entered through her mouth, a deep one and she held if for a heartbeat then let it go. She had to calm down. Nothing was going to eat her with everything around. She'd go to a public area too, even more safe. Maybe the mall? No, she wasn't in the mood for that just yet. Perhaps the Plaza. She heard that plenty of interesting people wandered about there and there was a pretty fountain that perhaps she could draw. The afternoon had potential. Emelia bit her pale pink lip as she looked at her reflection. She looked pretty in her Royal Blue and black stripe long sleeve t-shirt and her jeans. They were a bit tight and ripped in some areas but she loved them anyways. She finished the outfit with her newly bought Converse. Her parents wouldn't let her go to college with her old Converse and the state that they were in. She had brought them anyways, but figured she might as well break in these ones for the heck of it.

The girl wandered out onto the street just outside of her dorm building. The warm sun felt good accompanied by the cool Fall breeze. She had missed going outside, she couldn't keep denying that one to herself. Emelia took a deep breath of the air before wandering down the street, mostly staying out of people's ways as they moved passed her. Some people seemed like they had somewhere really important to be with the rush of their feet. Others, like Emelia, had no where to go really and were taking their time walking down the sidewalk. There was no sense to be in a hurry to get no where, was there? Nope. Not in Emelia's books anways. Sapphire eyes moved over the trees and the buildings, watching the cars race by. She liked observing. It's what she did best without really having to talk to anyone and it helped her immensely with her art.

The raven haired girl stumbled upon what appeared to be the plaze. Tables with umbrellas stood outside small shops for people to enjoy their coffee at. She brought her long sleeve up to put it between her pearly whites. It was a habit of hers that made her look years younger than she was but old habits die hard is what they always say and she totally believed them. Her blue eyes found the fountain that everyone was talking about. It didn't look too populated as everyone had made it out to see. No, she hadn't talked to anyone directly here, it was just what she had heard coming into the school. She did that a lot, if came with watching people. She listened in to people's conversations. Some of the time, she really didn't want to hear what they were saying, but she was so quiet, most people didn't really even notice her sitting there not even two feet from them. Others, gave her nice information, like where to find this nice little plaze. Once she got close enough, fingers trailed into the water, dipping into the cool liquid with a small smile on her face as she watched the metal coins glint in the sun underneath the water.

Emelia liked the coins underneath most of the fountains that she saw. It brought back innocent memories of childhood. Whenever a fountain was in her line of sight, no matter where they were, she would always beg her mother and her father for some change to go make wishes. Being a simple minded, happy child, she had never really payed attention to whether or not those wishes came true. They were always those abstract dreams like being a Disney Princess or having a magic carpet. Emelia was an avid Disney movie and Disney channel addict when she was younger, if you couldn't tell. She always had the Disney Princess everything. Their night gowns, their bathing suits, their everything. Her father thought the gifts made up for him not being there. Anyways, back to the fountain, even now, it bemused her to watch the coins underneath, wondering if she had any coins in her pocket.

Emelia dug a nickel out from her butt pocket of her jeans and sat at the edge of the fountain and stared down, concentrating on a wish and let a blissful sigh escape her pale, pink lips as she let it drop into the fountain with a hollow 'thump.' But more hollow thumps echoed hers and it certainly wasn't any more of her change. Eyes looked up to a boy that seemed to be doing the same as her. A small smile filled her lips as her eyes fell over his hair tied back and held in place with colorful clips. She thingyed her head to the side, curious about the boy. He was only 4 feet from her and yet seemed totally in his own little world with the combination of the water and the coins. She watched him, really thinking that he wasn't going to look over at her unless she made a noise. And she didn't make much of a noise until she heard his last muttering to himself. After she heard that she couldn't help but let out a bemused giggle. She clapped a hand over her mouth and blushed, looking wide-eyed at the boy, then down at the ground. She just blew her cover. Damn.