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Old 06-27-2012, 05:16 AM

Things had been so different for her after he disappeared. Harder, even. It was strange, hard, to adapt to a world without your best friend. But it was no matter, even though it had felt like her world stopped nine years ago, the rest of the world was going on without her…. Going on without him. Rhiannon was several things. She was outspoken and independent. She was… reclusive almost, socially anyhow. And though from time to time, she did socialize with people she worked with, and people she’d considered friends all those years ago, she still felt like she’d been alone. But that was the story of her life, it would seem.

Rhiannon was a beautiful woman now, standing at a good five feet and six inches. She had a slender, athletic form, not quite petite. Decent sized breasts fell into a slender waistline which molded into a toned abdomen; wide hips; and finally a pair of long, toned, and athletic legs. Short and layered platinum blonde hair fell over her face and shoulders almost messily, and mingled with the purple highlights she’d recently put in. A set of chocolate colored eyes watched the path ahead of her as the rain poured down around her. It was one of the worst days possible she could have picked to go to the park, or others might have thought so. Rhiannon, however, was always a fan of the rain. A fan of angry weather. She was relatively dark-skinned, but not so much to be considered anything other than Caucasian.

A large, black hoodie rested over her torso, and a pair of ripped jeans hung low on wide hips. They fell over a pair of relatively new converse, although they still looked a tad worse for wear. And why shouldn’t they? Rhi did a lot of walking. She was passing by the gazebo, and a man within it, when a large gust of wind forced her hood back and off of her head. “God D*mnit!” She cursed, trying to catch it before it fell, but initially failing to do so, revealing her features to the male. If she had taken moment to look at him, she may have recognized him. But now she was too busy fussing with her coat.