we were so beautifulwe were so tragic
Boom.
The crack of thunder from the looming clouds above Sacrosanct seemed to have taken most of the immediate city by surprise. Five minutes ago, no one roaming the streets of downtown Sacro would have predicted the sudden onslaught of rain that followed that ominous, booming clash of thunder from above. And yet there you had it â€" like some punishment from the sky itself, it took no less than thirty seconds for everything in its wake to become soaking wet... Shelby included.
Mass panic didn't ensue like in most movies. The streets remained calm, for the most part â€" those who had the foresight opened their umbrellas and pulled their overcoats a little bit closer than before. Others walked a little bit faster to their cars, or huddled under the bus stop like a group of penguins waiting for their dry, albeit crowded sanctuary on wheels. Shelby on the other hand, simply squinted upwards towards the rumbling sky. Rain drops pelted her face, strands of purple hair sticking to her cheeks and forehead before she finally reached a hand up, chipped nail polish and all, to cover her face as she briefly contemplated the weather on the sidewalk.
She wasn't used to this. Back home she was more likely to die of heat stroke than anything else, and these crazy "flash floods" just weren't something she was used to. It was strange, wasn't it, how normal the day had seemed not but five moments ago? And yet the people all around her seemed entirely oblivious to it, as if this sort of thing happened in Sacrosanct all the time. Not one person seemed to bat an eye or stop to question the odd circumstances under which it had happened, they just... accepted it. Sacrosanct: a city where the sun is here one moment and gone the next.
A cold gust of wind seemed to follow up the cynical musing with bravo, and Shelby quickly realized that â€" explainable or not â€" it was pouring outside. And she was simply standing in it like an idiot. She turned on a heel to search for the nearest bus station, an uncomfortable and crowded looking area across the street, and quickly made a face.
Ehh... Perhaps it was the sudden turn of weather that had seemed to 'dampen' her spirits, but Shelby was not currently in the mood to be treated like a soggy sardine for an hour and a half on the ride home. Her lips pressed into a line, though it soon turned into a grimace as she realized much like the rest of today â€" she just wasn't going to have a choice. Sooner rather than later she was going to have to suck it up and tromp home using the soggy public transit just like everyone else. Just perhaps... not on that one. As if on cue, she watched the already crowded bus pull up to the dingy little bus sign and squeeze on more passengers than she was sure it could handle before it drove off with a 'sploosh' of its tires and a wave of rain water against the curb that followed. Well... shit. Now what?
The clacking of her teeth was soft on the tip of her nail as she debated.
She'd wait. Just... not out here. With a decisive decision to move forward into a much dryer area, Shelby glanced both ways before briskly crossing the street in a half-run. The only place worth waiting out a storm was either somewhere with food, or better yet... tattoos. The purple-haired girl glanced up briefly at the sign before grabbing hold of the door and yanking it open.
"The Tattoo Shop".
Seriously? But there were so many cooler things you could name a tattoo parlor...
Shelby tried to hold her judgment back, considering she was standing on their doormat a sopping mess. "Ah, fuck," She mumbled, and did her best not to make too large of a puddle as she wiped her shoes on the floor mat by the door. At least there wasn't an annoying door cen--
Bee-boop. Bee-boop. Beeee-boooop.
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