Kara was an excitable girl, and this excitement ran deep when it came to her studies; unfortunately it also meant that when she was engrossed in research the time seemed to slip away from her, and before she realized it several hours had passed and the rainstorm she'd hoped to avoid was crashing down on Locke City.
It was unfortunate, but there was no way around it. Cradling her large stack of books to her chest like children, she tucked her head down and sprinted in the general direction of the bust stop. Kara's sport was wrestling, not track, but she hoped that desperation would help her reach her goal before getting too soggy.
She slid underneath the bus stop (or what she hoped was the bus stop) with an exasperated sigh. For all her speed she hadn't managed to avoid much, if any, of the rain, and her fire truck red hair was plastered over her eyes and onto every part of her body that it could reach. Careful not to jostle the books too much she reached up and attempted to free an eye; only then did she catch sight of the fact that she wasn't alone in her wait.
"Ah! I am sorry - I did not get you wet rushing in, did I?"
OH MY GOD PIRATES OF DARKWATER you are a beautiful person
It was unfortunate, but there was no way around it. Cradling her large stack of books to her chest like children, she tucked her head down and sprinted in the general direction of the bust stop. Kara's sport was wrestling, not track, but she hoped that desperation would help her reach her goal before getting too soggy.
She slid underneath the bus stop (or what she hoped was the bus stop) with an exasperated sigh. For all her speed she hadn't managed to avoid much, if any, of the rain, and her fire truck red hair was plastered over her eyes and onto every part of her body that it could reach. Careful not to jostle the books too much she reached up and attempted to free an eye; only then did she catch sight of the fact that she wasn't alone in her wait.
"Ah! I am sorry - I did not get you wet rushing in, did I?"