ota/mtw
Quorra is standing in the rain, holding her coat wrapped tightly around her and a newspaper over her head as a pseudo-umbrella (it’s not working very well). She darts between the overhangs of buildings whenever there is one, but otherwise, it’s a walk in the rain, and it’s probably getting a bit dark out.
She doesn’t quite know where she’s going, being relatively new-especially in this part of town and at night; but she’s only just left the police station, having been there all day, conversing and being interviewed by the various supposed upholders of law. She was a little fatigued because of it, but she had brought it on herself when she’d left the mafia behind. So she wouldn’t complain. And some of them were friendly in ways she hadn’t been expecting from the police--she still doesn't quite trust all of them. So she might have slipped out when she wasn't supposed to.
She sighs, looking upward. It hadn’t stopped raining for a while now, and she accidentally left her umbrella on a bench a few days ago. It was hard to figure out where anything was when you were darting through rain every day. Had anyone heard anything more about the mayor and his family? The station had been buzzing about it, but no one really knew anything, and she didn’t want to bother them about it. There were a lot of things she wanted to know, but the right moment never quite seemed to come up.
Walking always did clear her head a bit though, so she kept strolling through the rain.
She doesn’t quite know where she’s going, being relatively new-especially in this part of town and at night; but she’s only just left the police station, having been there all day, conversing and being interviewed by the various supposed upholders of law. She was a little fatigued because of it, but she had brought it on herself when she’d left the mafia behind. So she wouldn’t complain. And some of them were friendly in ways she hadn’t been expecting from the police--she still doesn't quite trust all of them. So she might have slipped out when she wasn't supposed to.
She sighs, looking upward. It hadn’t stopped raining for a while now, and she accidentally left her umbrella on a bench a few days ago. It was hard to figure out where anything was when you were darting through rain every day. Had anyone heard anything more about the mayor and his family? The station had been buzzing about it, but no one really knew anything, and she didn’t want to bother them about it. There were a lot of things she wanted to know, but the right moment never quite seemed to come up.
Walking always did clear her head a bit though, so she kept strolling through the rain.