[ When the rain begins, it doesn’t bother Darlene too much -- it’s hardly anything more than a light mist of precipitation in the air that barely has her feeling damp -- she simply pulls up the hood of her jacket, olive green and fashionably oversized on Darlene’s thin frame, and keeps making her way down the sidewalk.
Her stroll is lazy, but there’s intent in the way she studies the storefronts that she passes by. As though looking for something in particular, but in the most seemingly disinterested way possible.
But, soon enough the barely there misting has turned into an all out downpour, and the hood of her jacket isn’t doing very much in the way of keeping her dry anymore. To be honest, nothing that she has on is holding up well against the sudden rainstorm; her tights are soaked around the calves, the soles of her heavy combat-style boots are begin to squish with each step she takes, even her jacket is starting to feel weighed down as it soaks up the rainwater. Rather than try to weather it out any longer, Darlene ducks into the first open shop that she comes across. ]
Ugh. [ The word comes out as a groan. ] You have got to be kidding me.
[ She hardly gives the rest of the store, or the people inside, a second glance before pulling her bookbag off and unzipping it to check the contents inside.
Hopefully they weren’t ruined. ]
ii. but first, let me take a selfie
un : ciscod
iii. you can do what you want, baby
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Darlene Alderson | MR. ROBOT
[ When the rain begins, it doesn’t bother Darlene too much -- it’s hardly anything more than a light mist of precipitation in the air that barely has her feeling damp -- she simply pulls up the hood of her jacket, olive green and fashionably oversized on Darlene’s thin frame, and keeps making her way down the sidewalk.
Her stroll is lazy, but there’s intent in the way she studies the storefronts that she passes by. As though looking for something in particular, but in the most seemingly disinterested way possible.
But, soon enough the barely there misting has turned into an all out downpour, and the hood of her jacket isn’t doing very much in the way of keeping her dry anymore. To be honest, nothing that she has on is holding up well against the sudden rainstorm; her tights are soaked around the calves, the soles of her heavy combat-style boots are begin to squish with each step she takes, even her jacket is starting to feel weighed down as it soaks up the rainwater. Rather than try to weather it out any longer, Darlene ducks into the first open shop that she comes across. ]
Ugh. [ The word comes out as a groan. ] You have got to be kidding me.
[ She hardly gives the rest of the store, or the people inside, a second glance before pulling her bookbag off and unzipping it to check the contents inside.
Hopefully they weren’t ruined. ]
selfieun : ciscod
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