Bang bang; I am the warrior. Who: Marybeth Jackson & Valerie Eirlys Ziegesar. What: Getting rained on. When: Early afternoon, January 11, 2009. Where: En route to her tattoo parlor; streets of Seattle, basically. Rating: PG, I suppose? Who knows. Status: Open and in progress!
You'd think that, after living her entire life in Seattle, Mary would be used to the rain.
You'd think that, but she still found herself annoyed when she looked out her window and saw the steady pour. Worse, her car was in the shop, and it was a piece of crap anyway, so even if she'd wanted to take it to work, it probably would have died somewhere along the way. Perhaps the very worst part of the entire scenario was that she didn't even have to work that day; she'd forgotten some designs she'd promised to bring in the day before, so she'd told her boss she would swing by and drop them off on her morning walk. She just hadn't counted on swimming there.
Pulling on a pair of scuffed and faded sneakers, she scowled out the window, already resigned to her fate. She was going to get wet, and after she'd styled her hair and everything. Well, there were worse things that could happen.
Such as not being able to find her umbrella.
Fisting a hand on her hip, she cast a glance around her apartment, a little bemused by the stacks of canvasses and half-finished sketches, well aware that her umbrella was somewhere, but not sure exactly where to start. Though she'd tried to designate just one room to her art, it had a habit of bleeding into the rest of her apartment, and she was usually powerless to stop it.
Well, she was just going to have to make due without her umbrella.
Picking up her portfolio of sketches, she wrapped it in a jacket, opting to protect her art rather than her body. The sweater she was wearing would shield her from most of the rain, anyway.
She slung her purse over her shoulder and hurried out, locking the door behind her. She was on the first floor, mostly because she didn't like having to haul her canvasses up and down stairs, and most people didn't like it when she took up an entire elevator.
Once outside, she paused just before plunging out into the rain, grimacing at the heavy fall. The best thing she could do would be to just get it over with.
Sucking in a deep breath, she crossed her arms over her bundle and rushed out, shoulders hunching inward at the sharp and instant chill of the rain.