Taking a walk.

<font size="1">× http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=12Riot Stormwing</a>
× Dormitory #1212 —› Courtyard
× 32° Tessera 81379
× No more than 1-2 others</font>

Riot emerged from her dormitory's bathroom, accompanied by a small billow of steam. She was already dressed, her slender body clad in a simple white Janardan tee, low riders, sneakers, and a white "toujours prêt" band which was wrapped around her right elbow. Her fur was still a little damp, though, and there was a towel on her shoulders in order to catch the water dripping from her white locks. Shivering a bit due to the sudden change in temperature, the thill padded towards the center of the room, where her backpack and her rollerblades were stored beneath her desk.

"Rrf," she muttered as she bent down to tug on her bag. One of its straps was tangled in the desk chair's wheels, and she had to struggle with it a bit before it came loose. She then made to grab her rollerblades, redecided, and left them under the desk.

Standing, the female peered over to her left. The two ardens who shared her room, Cayson and Radin, were still snoozing in their respective bunks. That wasn't unusual. After all, it was a weekend day, and it was only eight o'clock in the morning. Riot found herself smiling fondly as she gazed at the boys, her eyes straying to one in particular as she admired the way his hair fell over his peaceful face, but then she quickly turned away and padded to the door. She had things to do, and couldn't stand around and marvel over how lucky she was to share a dormitory room with two heartthrobs.

After throwing her towel aside, the Stormwing female opened the sliding door, stepped through, shut it, locked it, and headed up the hallway. As she went, she hoisted her book bag onto her back. It didn't take long for her to reach the end of the hallway, catch the elevator up, cross the lobby, and emerge into the courtyard. The sun was already beaming down upon the campus, but the air was rather mild. Tessera was more than halfway over, and already Riot could feel the oncoming winter in her bones.

Trying to forget about the cold, which she hated, and dreaded, the thill paused just outside of the residence hall doors, unshouldered her bag, and set it on a bench. She then began unzipping its various pockets and compartments, fishing in each with her white hands. She grunted several times out of frustration as she did so, but she eventually found what she wanted — cigarettes! She yanked the carton out of her pack, along with a lighter, and it wasn't long before she'd lit one up and was blowing a cloud of smoke into the crisp, autumnal air.

Even as she toked on her coffin nail, Riot returned the carton and the lighter to her backpack, and she resumed her searching. This time, she withdrew a music device from within her bag. Balancing the smoldering cigarette between two fingers, she used her free hand to put the headphones over her damp locks and large ears, and then she inserted the player into her rear jeans pocket. It was set to play on automatic shuffle, and only seconds later, sweet tunes throbbed in Ri's white-tipped ears.

"Here's an invitation, and you gotta bring your friends along. Gonna pick you up tonight at one," Riot sang along. She took a drag on her cigarette, then once more balanced it between two light digits. She hoisted her backpack onto her shoulder again, and began to shuffle along the sidewalk. Smoking and listening to music, breathing in the cool air. "A private party that is gonna last the whole night long. Party 'til the cops show up, 'cause then we gotta run."

 

"We don't care what the people say. Nothing's gonna stop us, gonna do it anyway," Riot continued to croon in sync with her music player. She was mindless of other pendragons around; she sang at the top of her voice, while intermittenly dragging on her cigarette, taking a moment to grin fiendishly at any arden or thill that happened to stare.

Just as the spirited female was about to do a spin, a little dance to accent her song, she felt something tumble into her. She was shoved from behind, and she skidded forwards, nearly buckling onto her knees as she did so. Luckily, her arms flailed out wildly, and she was able to maintain her balance, though she teetered, squealed, and fanned her arms in quite a comical fashion as she did so. It took her a moment or two to regain her equilibrium, and when she did so, she swiveled about on her sneakered heel, her expression somewhere between annoyance and amusement as she tugged her headphones down around her neck.

"Watch it," Riot said, a bemused tone of warning in her voice. "No, I don't need help. I'm fine."

Somehow, though she'd nearly collapsed spread eagle on the sidewalk, Riot had managed not to drop her cigarette. Even as she paused after she spoke and stared at the unfamiliar arden that had crashed into her, she sucked on the business end of the cigarette.