19:53 - 16th of June.
When you have the opportunity and freedom to go anywhere you want, visit anywhere you want, and do whatever you please, you often end up in odd places, with lots of odd happenings. Oddities that, considering Xana had never lived a normal life amongst these people, never really registered with her as odd. To her, everything seemed absolutely normal, which led to the girl doing all sorts of crazy things. Xana had dug through trash because she had caught a scent that smelled nice. Xana had taken food, jewelry and various other items that she thought were interesting in one way or the other, only to be chased around by angry people. Xana had ruthlessly killed those who had consistently followed her. Or rather, as she believed it, individuals who had been tracking her and needed to be stopped. However, all of the murdering crimes which Xana had comitted, had been committed in secret, just like Father had taught her. Others were never supposed to see the bodies. Even regular things such as visiting the bathroom was done in secret. Leave no trace behind! A phrase which had often been a motto amongst her twisted family.
Now, the terror of having an innocent murderer without any clue on how to behave had fallen upon Magnolia. The girl, Xana, was relatively short, and she wasn't exactly heavily built either. Wearing a long, white summers dress, and a purple flower in her hair, she would've seemed normal if not for her extremely pale skin and awkward facial expressions. On her feet she wore two leather boots with a bit of heel. The T-shirt underneath the dress was white, with scribbled text on it, something about living your life and being free. (Not that Xana could read what it said, she just liked the swirlies.) Over her Tshirt she had a blouse covering most of her body. The girl was destined to cause an extreme amount of mayhem, until someone managed to put a stop to her. Or at least, so one would have thought, with a coldblooded assassin on the loose. The girl, having arrived at the beach, had been completely mesmerised by the ocean, the boats, the smell of fish and everything else. It wasn't like it was the first time Xana had come to the pier, but she had never come here to simply be there. When worried about how best to murder a certain sailor, one didn't have the luxury of viewing the horizon. Out there, seagulls were circling, stealing fish from the sailors. Dolphins and other seacreatures were playing tag underneath the surface, and she could see it all clearly. The sun, from the evening rays, was mixing colors of orange, red and yellow with the blue palette of the ocean. On the piers themselves, sat a kid of a sailor. In his hand, he had a bag with breadcrumbs, which he tossed out onto the water, only to have the seagulls fly down and eat it.
Xana misunderstood the concept entirely, and thought the boy was simply a terrible hunter; He was wasting all the bait which he was attempting to lure the birds in with! Unsure of why she decided to do what she did, she approached the boy, gently poked him, before she took the bag of crumbs out of his hand. Then, luring the seagulls closer by throwing a trail of crumbs leading up onto the pier itself, the trap was set shortly after. The boy, not understanding what was going on, dumbstruck by the event of actions, would soon know just what Xana was up to...
As a seagull landed on the pier, Xana rushed forward, grabbed the unsuspecting bird by the neck and twisted violently, making feathers, blood and muffled screams of the seagull go wild. The boy let out a horrified scream, as Xana, with what she considered a kind smile on her lips stretched her bloodied hand grasping the dead bird towards the boy. The little boy however, let out a sharp scream and started running away, almost tripping over his own feet to get out of there as soon as possible. It was clear that she had absolutely no understanding of why he was running away horrified. Shrugging to herself, she made sure not to get any blood on the dress, as she went to the waters to kneel down and start ripping feathers off of the seagull. A long line of blood was trailing from the kill to her current position, and it must've been a highly unusual sight to find such a small and fragile girl killing birds and preparing them to be cooked.