[ Is it bad form to toss somebody up on here when somebody else has them reserved?
Well, here's Ymir Jotunsen. A tallish girl of 19 and private (E-1) in the army stationed at Fort Turner. Some people joined the army to fight the good fight - Ymir joined for the pay, benefits, and guarantee of work. She was in the mechanics division, primarily working on repairing and maintaining the variety of vehicles used on base and by base personnel.
Today, though, today she was off. But fixing things, making things, that was what she did. And so she was scavenging for auto parts at a nearby junk yard when the rain hit. It came out of nowhere, and Ymir had to run to the closest shelter - a bus stop - to try and keep as dry as possible.
She roughly takes a seat on the bench in the shelter of the bus stop, rudely ignoring whoever might already be there, and places a box of miscellaneous parts by her feet. She runs a hand through her hair - kept short, as most military keep it - and wishes that she had a towel to dry it out.
Well, whatever. Shouldn't be too long for a bus. With any luck, it'd be one she needed to take. If not, she'd just sit until the rain stopped. Not worth walking back in this kind of weather. ]
Ymir | Attack on Titan
Well, here's Ymir Jotunsen. A tallish girl of 19 and private (E-1) in the army stationed at Fort Turner. Some people joined the army to fight the good fight - Ymir joined for the pay, benefits, and guarantee of work. She was in the mechanics division, primarily working on repairing and maintaining the variety of vehicles used on base and by base personnel.
Today, though, today she was off. But fixing things, making things, that was what she did. And so she was scavenging for auto parts at a nearby junk yard when the rain hit. It came out of nowhere, and Ymir had to run to the closest shelter - a bus stop - to try and keep as dry as possible.
She roughly takes a seat on the bench in the shelter of the bus stop, rudely ignoring whoever might already be there, and places a box of miscellaneous parts by her feet. She runs a hand through her hair - kept short, as most military keep it - and wishes that she had a towel to dry it out.
Well, whatever. Shouldn't be too long for a bus. With any luck, it'd be one she needed to take. If not, she'd just sit until the rain stopped. Not worth walking back in this kind of weather. ]