The sun had nearly set, it's last lonesome rays peeking over the far blue horizon and the warm drizzling of rain fell lethargically from the sky. The whole world seeming to slow and cool in those brief moments before a summer night. Sterling sat in indian style upon the damp grass, hidden in the shadow of restaurant whose gardens he had claimed, and watched the sun dip below the skyline and disappear entirely.
His white shirt glowed in the light from the restaurant's windows, the rain sticking it to his frame in a way that was sure to chill a human. "Ah me, that I endure such rain," the british man murmured to himself, turning his face upwards into the steadily increasing downpour, "Like mem'ry of a scottish blight," he pushed one hand into a wet suit pocket and dragged out a knackered looking bronzer brush, "Yet though sweet blush I seek to feign, I'm glad it hides me from sun's light." Sterling flicked the brush with indulgent vanity along the length of his arms and across the tops of his cheeks before pocketing it again and allowing himself to flop back into the grass peering upwards towards imagined stars, invisible now with the bad weather.
Post by Aria Butler on Jul 22, 2010 16:16:56 GMT -5
Aria had been walking down the streets when it had started to rain. "Oy!" She muttered in her own British accent, pulling the hood up on her hoodie. She was glad that there was no sun, but she was really tired of all of the rain. In fact, that was one little reason why she didn't miss home.
She watched as someone sat back in the grass, looking up at the stars. She, herself, peered up to the sky and sighed. There were so many stars and with her red eyes, sometimes she could watch them dim and die. She hated it at times.
Aria walked over to where the guy was laying down. "Pardon me, sir, but might I ask what you are doing?" She noticed his red eyes and couldn't help but smile a little. "Ah.."