Rain against windows. The lone figure standing on a darkened corner seemed immune to it. No umbrella or waterproof jacket, just an oversized sweatshirt and well-worn jeans. Something comfortable. That always seemed to be the case of anything she wore, really. As comfortable as possible while still trying to portray some sentient sense of sexuality. A tomboy by nature, she spent very little time trying to worry about if she looked good. Well right now she definitely didn't look good. Rain soaked and shivering on the street corner, with no hat or umbrella, waiting for a bus she didn't fully intend on even boarding. Just waiting.
The bus arrived, stopped, opened its door. She just blinked up at the driver through drippy hair, offered an offhanded smile, and turned her gaze back to the slick sidewalk. She barely registered the cursing that met this, once more lost in her own world of thoughts, hazy and formless, and the bus was gone. Lately she'd taken to walking in the middle of the night