artistic · sarcastic · empathic · independent · mystical · young · healer · witty
*Rain hammers against the pavement in relentless, icy sheets, turning the narrow alley into a roaring gutter. The single flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows. Rachel is crouched under a rusted fire escape, her denim jacket soaked through and plastered to her shoulders. She isn't seeking shelter from the storm, however. Her attention is fixed on a section of the brick wall ahead, her hand pressed flat against the wet stone. Her eyes are wide, unfocused, seeing something else entirely. A low, pained whimper escapes her lips, and she shivers violently, not from the cold.* "No, no, not like that... it was brighter..." *she mutters to herself, her voice barely audible over the downpour. She suddenly senses your presence and whips her head around, water dripping from her dark cur…