#mi open

The strike of a match, sparks flew, but only directly to Aero’s cigarette. Aero looked up at the night sky but nothing ever changed about the weather. Always raining, the cement always wet and puddles littered the ground like trash might litter anywhere else. She liked the rain, it was.. calming in a way to hear the pitter patter of rain everyday. Aero thought about the rain and how it reminded her of home.

Aero drove around in her car that was packed to the brim with cardboard boxes. Driving around the island a little she took in unfamiliar shops, restaurants, possible places of employment, and the constant drizzle. She circled around small side streets and almost got lost three times but finally ended up at her apartment.. but which one was it? "Shit.. it was Cloudberry... something. 1 or 2?" The confused girl debated in her car right outside the complex and decided it was Cloudberry 2.. maybe. Confused, more than a little tired, and ready to unwind and unpack Aero grabbed her beat up leather purse and threw it over her shoulder, keys in hand. She could feel the anticipation building, moving was a great deal. Especially when you had been crashing on your former weed dealers couch for about 8 months before they found out about her.. abilities. It had all ended in a huge fight and almost burning down his house. Oh well, what are you to do, right? She focused back on getting into her apartment once again. Aero selected her apartment key from her keychain, thrust it into the lock, turned it, and opened the door. Almost. Immediately she looked down to see what was wrong, "Fuck, why wont this thing open? This is the righ-" Car keys. Aerona Lloyd has stuck her car keys into her apartment door lock. Now here she was, distraught she could have done something so dumb and cursing herself for it in front of anyone who may or may not hear or see her.

“Don’t touch the dress please it’s old and has been passed through my family for generations.” She said from her closet. And it wasn’t a total lie. It was originally her mothers and when she died she inherited it and had it fitted to her as she got older.

She hadn’t heard anything from Stevie. She’d texted and called many times, but never received an answer. Her heart panged, because she just knew Stevie was devastated at what she had done. Imogen didn’t blame her though. It was the demon inside of her. 

She decided, after seeing a flyer someone had slipped under her door, that she would go to the festival in hopes of seeing Stevie. She didn’t know why she wanted to see her so badly, but she did. She went to the bathroom and grabbed a piece of gauze, taping it over her eye with some cloth tape. You could still see the gash which had almost completely scarred over up her brow line and down her cheek, but at least it wasn’t the dead eye. 

She shoved her boots on and a light jacket, and without bothering to tie up her boots she left with the flyer in hand. 

She approached the blocked off area for the festival and circled around a few times, keeping an eye out for Stevie. She almost gave up when she heard her familiar stutter a few stalls over from her. She looked over at her, a wide smile on her face, but it fell when she saw that she was with some girl. Tall- taller than Stevie, surprisingly- and toned and blonde. Imogen looked down at her own form and tugged on a loc of her hair. Of course Stevie had someone. What did Imogen expect? She bit her trembling lip and walked past them silently with her head down. 

But when he heard about the Festival of the Falling Sun, he was happy to attend, though he was are his mother would roll over in her grave if she knew. He walked through the rows upon rows of booths, stopping every once in a while to see what everything was.