[The bad weather seemed to mirror her bad mood rather well. Bad moods weren't particularly unusual for one Winry Thalberg but considering events as of late they were becoming more frequent and more volatile. She had always liked Locke when she had visited in the summer in past years, but the knowledge that this place would now be her home didn't sit well.
At the very least she managed to get to a bus stop area before she got too wet. So there she stood, looking out at the glass panels where droplets were falling hard and all appeared dark.
The city looked so strange and different in the winter. Much more foreign than it had ever seemed before. Much more dangerous too, though she had a valid reason for feeling that concerning all the news reports lately. An earthquake had happened recently, gang violence was on the rise, reports of strange occurrences.
She breathed in deep before exhaling. Everything seemed to be turning topsy turvey.
She hoped the bus came soon. She hoped the rain stopped soon. The last thing she needed was to get sick]
b. detention
[Winry had always had a bit of a temper, but it had never landed her in detention before. She used to be such a good student and it was a bit of a shock and blow to her pride to wind up here.
Well. No point whining. Starting arguments with every person who looked at her weird or said anything bad about her brother was not the best course of action. With an irritated grunt she brought out some schematics and started working on a recent idea for a gadget.
Her time would probably best be devoted to some home but eh.]
the park
[It was a much nicer day than usual, and Winry's mood reflected that. Going out and getting some fresh air had been a good idea. She hadn't realized there was an event going on at the park until she saw many people gathered, some drawing on the pavement and walkways with chalk and many others with sketchbooks.
Art had never really been Winry's forte. She didn't have any skills in it herself and quite honestly she didn't get it most of the time. Still, she could always respect the passions of others and she walking around slowly, checking out what people were working on.
The young girl was careful not to step on anyone or thing and paused when she saw something that caught her interest. She hesitated for a moment. For the most part she had kept to herself since coming to the states but that really wasn't her nature. After deciding to go for it she just approached the person doodling]
winry thalberg (winry rockbell) | fullmetal alchemist
[The bad weather seemed to mirror her bad mood rather well. Bad moods weren't particularly unusual for one Winry Thalberg but considering events as of late they were becoming more frequent and more volatile. She had always liked Locke when she had visited in the summer in past years, but the knowledge that this place would now be her home didn't sit well.
At the very least she managed to get to a bus stop area before she got too wet. So there she stood, looking out at the glass panels where droplets were falling hard and all appeared dark.
The city looked so strange and different in the winter. Much more foreign than it had ever seemed before. Much more dangerous too, though she had a valid reason for feeling that concerning all the news reports lately. An earthquake had happened recently, gang violence was on the rise, reports of strange occurrences.
She breathed in deep before exhaling. Everything seemed to be turning topsy turvey.
She hoped the bus came soon. She hoped the rain stopped soon. The last thing she needed was to get sick]
b. detention
[Winry had always had a bit of a temper, but it had never landed her in detention before. She used to be such a good student and it was a bit of a shock and blow to her pride to wind up here.
Well. No point whining. Starting arguments with every person who looked at her weird or said anything bad about her brother was not the best course of action. With an irritated grunt she brought out some schematics and started working on a recent idea for a gadget.
Her time would probably best be devoted to some home but eh.]
the park
[It was a much nicer day than usual, and Winry's mood reflected that. Going out and getting some fresh air had been a good idea. She hadn't realized there was an event going on at the park until she saw many people gathered, some drawing on the pavement and walkways with chalk and many others with sketchbooks.
Art had never really been Winry's forte. She didn't have any skills in it herself and quite honestly she didn't get it most of the time. Still, she could always respect the passions of others and she walking around slowly, checking out what people were working on.
The young girl was careful not to step on anyone or thing and paused when she saw something that caught her interest. She hesitated for a moment. For the most part she had kept to herself since coming to the states but that really wasn't her nature. After deciding to go for it she just approached the person doodling]
That is very interesting.