The soles of a pair of beat up tennis shoes slapped against the pavement, the noise amplified by the rain as a young man waked home from work. The hood of his green sweatshirt was pulled over his head, hiding his blue streaked black hair and shaddowing his ice blue eyes and pale skin. Although, it didn't do much to keep him warm. His camera equipment was in a waterproof case, strapped to his back, his back pack hanging from his shoulder. He straightened a pair of glasses on his nose and looked up, wondering how much longer he would have to wait, how many hour's he'd have to work, before he'd be able to hire a model.

The average people he'd been photographing in malls and parks had gotten boring, and it was getting difficult to find inspiration any more. His eyes fell on a figure, just visible through the heavy rain, and his stiffened. Few people were out this late, and even fewer were safe to aproach. He moved his eyes to the ground and quickened his pace, hoping not to have to deal with who ever it was. He'd been mugged, aproached by prostitutes, and begged from on multiple occasions, but that didn't make it pleasant.