A girl waved a passport in front of a few faces, and she was in London, England. Another country, another new identity. Identities were like clothes, easily changed, but only looked good depending on the person and mix of clothes worn together. She hopped off, through the airport and out into the streets, breathing in the air. She was back in England. It felt weird after all this time, but that couldn't be helped. She began to walk across the pavement, with only her small, black rucksack, she travelled light because she had no need not to. She knew every step of most roads in London, even some underground passages too, but first things first, she needed to find somewhere to stay where she wouldn't cause suspcision, being most wanted and all.
She chucked the False ID card into a wastepaper can on the way to a fancy looking hotel. She didn't have any money to begin with, but she had fast hands and within an hour of pickpocketing she had over ten thousand pounds. She was wearing that day a spring, scarlet dress and as she walked dark curls bounced on her shoulders. Her hair was naturally a range of colours from dark blonde, to brunette, to marigold, to scarlet to black, and unfortunately no amount of hair dye could change that.