#ooc (observing)

I just don’t really feel any of my drafts here?

♥ -- There was no warning of rain whatsoever in the forecast that morning. If she had known of the impending inclement weather, then she would have left the house prepared for as much-- alas, there was no warning, and so she finds herself standing beneath the overhang of a small flower shop, which is, at the moment, her only cover from the rain pouring down from the sky.

“Mou...” She glances down at herself and frowns at the sight which greets her; the cloth of her jacket is a significantly darker green than normal due to the rain which has soaked it through to the crisp white uniform shirt beneath. More importantly than her uniform is the fact that she’s cold-- and she knows that if she doesn’t get out of the rain soon she’ll end up with a cold.

♥ -- Half asleep? As if she couldsleep in the presence of the Noah female-- no, she isn't half asleep.She's under the influence of something. She isn't sure whatthough, and that's infuriating. For someone of her intelligence tonot know something is disgraceful-- is what the tiny, distant voicein her mind whispers as she lies there with glassy eyes. 

 What good does that education of yoursdo you now?

You're helpless. Scared. Useless.

And though she is capable of littleelse, tears roll down her pale cheeks; a testament to herinternalized suffering that she isn't permitted to express.