And the rain is saying "Now you're on your own."

[flash_of_white]

[WHO] Lightning Farron, open to all
[WHERE] Timpani Station; Mezzo Hotel lobby
[ABOUT] Lightning arrives; I'm hoping someone would be willing to notice her in the Mezzo lobby or the street out front and strike up a conversation, friendly or unfriendly.
[WARNINGS] PG language.

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[escapedpandora]

Hope was wandering the streets again, this time trying to stay away from the well-meaning people with pity in their eyes when they looked at him. He understood what they meant when they kept telling him there was no way out by now, but it didn't mean that he would stop looking. Even if the way was barred by the constant and fleeting glimpses he would see of a woman so reminiscent of his mother in the streets, always with her back turned. Always moving away from him. By now he understood that she wasn't there. That the city was playing (such very cruel) tricks on him.

Even then, he wandered because he had to keep looking for a way out. Because despite their jaded perspectives, so many people were still looking to escape this city. And because even the ache of those fleeting glimpses were better than nothing, and despite the weight in his chest every time he saw her... he just wanted to see her again.

The city was playing tricks on everyone, bringing back images of people to haunt them.

And so when Hope caught a glimpse of familiar pink hair rather than the silver he had been seeing the past several nights, he had to stop and close his eyes for a bit. This... was this place playing another trick on him?

Still, he followed behind, the feeling familiar as he half wanted her to turn around and confirm that she was really there... but half didn't want that to happen, just so he could follow her for just a little longer. Just so she wouldn't suddenly disappear on him as those mirages were wont to do.