Thinking (Open to anybody)
The last time she'd done this, gone out wandering alone, she'd ended up face to face with an Olympian who hadn't seemed to be very happy with her being around. Though she'd very much admired Nikki's clothing choices, Oi hadn't been very comfortable with that situation at all. But she needed to be somewhere where people wouldn't normally look for her. She needed to be out.
Mostly, cause she needed to think.
Kray had been right in all he'd said and asked for. She couldn't fault him for feeling the way he did, and she didn't. In fact, she was rather surprised that he hadn't had a more extreme reaction. Break up with her entirely. Tell her to fuck off and not bother him ever again. She'd introduced her problems to him in the worst way imaginable. And how'd he taken it? By far better than she'd ever even hoped. Oh, she should have just trusted herself with him from the start. She'd been so scared, and over what? She'd known Kray was a nice guy. She'd known he wouldn't do anything to hurt her. And instead, she'd hurt him.
Her natural inclination was to run to Lottie and cry on her shoulder. But she felt like she'd done that so much recently. And even though she'd felt a little bitter about things while they were talking about them, as soon as she and Kray were done with the tour and out from underground, she discovered that all of that had faded away. There was no more animosity of any kind toward him and his decision. She did still feel like beating herself up about it, though. But to go to Lottie with all of this? Right now? She didn't feel like she deserved the help.
Oi really wanted to trust that everything was going to be alright. But, of course, there was the little nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach that kept telling her that Kray was going to find another girl. A better girl. One that wasn't insane. One that didn't have self esteem issues. One that was completely opposite of her. She needed to wash that out of her system, or at least quiet it for a little while. She needed to shock herself into being too curious and too out of her element to think. She needed to be overcome with sensation and visual newness so that she couldn't wallow in anything.
So she went to South Beach, Florida.
She found herself, standing in all black, surrounded by people in very very tiny swimsuits - or what she supposed the sales rack called swimsuits. All of them brightly colored. Everybody seemed to be having a grand time. And she was 100% paler than every single person she saw. Oi thought that considering albinos couldn't go out in the bright sun without a lot of protection, she might be the palest person who had ever set foot upon the boardwalk of South Beach. Ever.
Her black dress hit just above her knees, her torn fishnets covering the rest of her legs right to her big clompy boots. Her arms were bare, covered only along the shoulder with torn fabric that was once a ruffle, pretty much the only skin she was showing today other than her face, the neckline of her dress rose pretty close to her chin. Her curls were in their usual disarray.
The people passing her were staring in just about as much wonder as she was staring at them.