Battle of Odds: Jonny vs. Dakota

Dakota was roaming the streets of Onibus, window-shopping to build up the desire to go on a mission. Of course, she had bills to pay, but she wasn't really that motivated by possible housing-loss, she could hardly remember a time when she actually worried about things that mattered. She was dressed in her average attire, a pair of navy track shorts and a white tanktop, her vibrant red hair striking against the neutrality of her clothing. It was tied back in a high ponytail, the messy locks kept out of her face as she perused the many objects on view in the shop windows, a slight hop in her step as she moved.