Rain is for Ducks [Simon/open]

[Addie Balfour]

She always felt like a creeper going near the school, even if there was a college area on the grounds. IT WAS WEEEIRDDDD... Out of all the schools she had attended PHS 259... was the longest!? Maybe, its not like she could remember exactly how long she was at each school... Perhaps it was Alaska or maybe long beach.. It didn't really matter, did it? The only thing important was she was feeling like a creeper, why?

One windy and very wet day, the rain poured heavily down upon the people of Long beach. Thick droplets of cold water flew side ways while being whipped around by the wind.

Feckin day... I had to decide to go feckin out...

Cursing under her breath, she'd see the school, a pit in her stomach as she moved forward. The wind behind her, making the water splash her as it fell from the sky. Her back was wet, her stockings were clinging to her legs.

"Just a little bit of rain my ass!" Addie scowled as she thought back on what the door person said.

A little bit of rain!?

With one powerful gust of wind her umbrella went up, grabbing it, she'd hold the handle tight, the wind only pulling it up. So, it no longer protected her from the rain.. Now it was a bowl.

"Fuuuuuu----"

Of course the brunette stopped herself from spewing out curse word after curse word, now that wouldn't be good to break into a swearing fit.. in front of a school; right? Taking a deep breath, the girl closed her eyes and exhaled. "Think of a happy thought.. think of a happy though... warm place... no rain... tea... beating the doorman with my umbrella....Happy things... happy things... flying a kite... not in the rain of course.."


Perhaps it was odd? Some person standing at the path to the school chanting to herself, all while hoping a bowl on a stick.... Clad in white and black with a long coat which hung open... Kind of looking like a drowned rat.. a crazy one.

"Someone needs to invent a wind-proof umbrella!"

Wandering over to the garbage can, she'd attempt to shove the umbrella in it, only causing it to reverse bowl itself back into an umbrella.... Bout time! Cursing a little, she'd Hold the umbrella up again, this time it blew away.


FFFFFFF-----------

OH hey a notebook!

Picking it up, the poor thing was pretty drenched, hopefully no one was looking for it. Turning her head from right to left, she'd notice that well... there was no one else on the battlefield. Empty mpty pty ty y. Not eerie at all.

Holding the note book up, Addie thought to herself Garbage or not? Nooo, some poor kid is probably looking for it... Poor kid. What to do what to do? Pacing back and forth in front of the school, holding a note book, both already drenched. CREEPER ALERT.

She could see it... //"We are looking for information of a girl with tan skin, long braided hair, seen wearing a lot of black in front of PHS 259.. If you have information on this person, please call the police..."\\


Greeaatttt


[[OOC sorry for the wait and the fail ;A; ]]

[simonr]

It had been six years now, but he still hadn't gotten used to it.

And days like these, they made it difficult to forget. Each drop felt like a little stone against his navy blue raincoat. He could feel the pitter patter on the pavement, the mailboxes, the hoods of the cars parked along the curb. He could feel it all, but he couldn't hear it. Not a sound, just the vibrations, like little creatures scattering all about him.

Nope, definitely not used to it.

He had an umbrella in hand, but he never used it. Before he completely lost his hearing, he loved the rain and he still loved it even now. So even if he couldn't hear it anymore, he at least wanted to feel it. The umbrella was just a formality, like the headphones around his neck.

On the other hand, his other senses were, for the lack of a better word, right as rain. The wind, for instance, was definitely gusting against his face. The smell of the rising dust filled his lungs with every breath. And though he couldn't quite taste his bubblegum anymore, it was likely because he'd been chewing it for something like thirty minutes now.

As for sight, aside from the veil of persistent rain, he could see quite clearly. In fact, as he turned the corner he could instantly make out the exasperated expressions of a drenched young woman, standing idly, a notebook in her hand instead of an umbrella.

He walked up beside her, the sound of his footsteps hidden under the rainfall. Then opening his umbrella, he held it over her head.

[ooc: sorry for lateness and if it's short.]

[Addie Balfour]

[[OOC: sorry for the fail and wait D; I've been...fail]]

Rain rain go away...come back some other day... OR GO TO CANADA!

Today i find myself wandering the streets, i was to go to the college and look around, although being the person I am.. I often find myself getting off track and wandering around with no real purpose. Today something rectangular and thing caught my attention. It was drenched. Some note book a poor student probably left behind. Perhaps something so small, but it screamed ADVENTURE! Yet the text on thin translucent paper proved to be chicken scratch. Decoding some kind of hidden message to find a secret treasure!? to foil a dastardly plot by an underground cult.. Or something.

I CAN DREAM!

plink plonk drip drop plink plonk drip drop...

Thick droplet of rain hitting windows an metal roofs of cars make the loudest sounds, while the splashing of cars came second only to the ringing of the bell. The students were to move on to their next class. Her hair was flattened, sticking to her face, there was a rather annoyed expression hidden beneath it. The cool rain calmed the girl a little, she felt more paranoid as to being seen as a creeper. Yes, that wasn't exactly something she wished for. It caught her as a surprise when the rain over her stopped and she heard rain ricocheting off an umbrella... Distinct noise... >__>;; yes....that's it.

Turning around Addie looked to see a young man, probably a high school student. HOW CUTE! BEING SO CUTE ;A; and nice. He stood behind her, holding the umbrella over her head. The scowl melted away and the girl smiled. It wasn't every day she met an adorable little muffin..WHO WAS GOING TO GET SICK. yes, at a time like that, the first thing to come to mind was worrying about the kid's health. It was cold and rainy... he could get a cold... or something.

"Ha ha ha ha, thanks."

What does one say without being creepy?

Surely she couldn't just break out in the motherly rants and worries.

Becaauuseeeeee that wasn't exactly how you make a good impression on someone.

'YOU PUT YOUR COAT ON! YOU'LL CATCH A COLD! GO GET DRIED OFF!'

yeaahhhhhh...