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Closed RP | Crossing Social Borders| Jean and Mikasa |Background Story Element

Roma's rigid social class structure made every day difficult for those who were of lower classes. Jean, for example, had to keep his eyes peeled for merchants that would sell their supplies to that of his class. Usually, they would shoo you from their stands if they saw you were of a lower class than them. And in the regard of interactions with the hierarchy was unspokenly forbidden. It was unnatural for a street runner like Jean to have friends within the nobility classes, yet that's exactly what he wanted. He'd had his eyes on someone for a while now, a girl from an upper-class nobility. He'd had yet to learn her name, but something about her seemed extremely interesting. She never dressed like the other girls in the upper classes. As a matter of fact, she could pass off as a lower class. Most girls from nobilities wore elegant and complex dresses, decked out in makeup. But this girl wore dresses of less exquisite materials, simplistic ones, and a red scarf was always wrapped around her neck. Her black hair was straight and unflawed, and her face had a natural beauty to it. Jean had admired her for months, keeping a distance. He admired the way that she didn't fit in with the others, and had the ability to stick out a bit. He'd heard she was fifteen, same as him. 

Months of thought had lead to this moment. He'd made the conscious decision to go find this girl and at least learn her name. He'd seen that she also had a brother. Eren, he recalled his name was. An attractive brunette boy with shocking jade eyes. Jean supposed he'd found an interest in him as well. 

Jean's shoes hit hard against the pavement of the alleyways that lined the neighborhoods of the wealthy. He'd remembered that the girl was usually found outside in the courtyard of an array of mansions across the area. He was headed for that courtyard and had hoped to perhaps accidentally make her acquaintance. He hid against the corner of a building across from the courtyard and caught sight of a red scarf bellowing behind the figure of the girl he'd come to this very place to meet. He slowed his pace and held his breath, hoping his clothing wouldn't give away his poor background to the public eye. He fixed his choppy hair with his hands as his even steps brought him closer to her. He could all but hope she wouldn't find it strange that he just wanted the simplistic pleasure of knowing her name.