The day was gray. Cold. Rainy. It wasn't a good day to be outside. It was also a terrible day to be out and about. Everyone was crammed into the buildings and shops, which made getting around the city rather ... interesting. Everyone was irritable, and not one person you passed on the street was kind or caring. Figures.

Isabella tossed her damp hair from her eyes. The bundle of paper-wrapped items she was carrying was delicate. She hadn't expected so many avatars to be crowding the darned streets today. So much for getting the thing back to the shop without trouble. The girl's brow was furrowed as she was jostled yet again by some Uni headed for the cover of an overhang. This was the old town district - it was fashioned after the streets of 2013. It looked just like a city out of those times. While it was pretty, it was also irritatingly cramped in comparison to the more modern streets.

With a hiss of irritation, Isa lifted her soft boot out of the puddle she'd just accidentally stepped into. After this, she was going to let her avatar rest at home. And then she'd soak in the tub for a long, long while just to chase off this chill.

The shop was on the other end of the street. Isabella determinedly continued forward, ignoring the other Uni and Hatters around her as she bumped past them. No one ever left their homes without their avatar body. It was dangerous to be around sickness, or around creatures that could kill them easily. The surrogates were stronger, faster ... better. Looking around the streets, they were all you could see. It was almost too much beauty to handle.

Isa shouldered past someone on the sidewalk hurriedly. The thunder was starting to rumble again, and she didn't even have her coat.

As rain began to patter about her, the young woman groaned loudly. Her precious items were going to be ruined at this rate. With a huff of irritation, she stepped onto the next curb and around a corner. Right, coincidentally, into the chest of someone else. Her paper-wrapped pile of belongings spilled out over the sidewalk, unable to take any more abuse. "Well, shove it all in the drain while you're at it!" she blurted, throwing her hands up. "You might as well just parade around the streets like a freaking elephant, taking up as much space as possible!" Isa's tirade didn't stop there. "Watch where you're going, you fat oaf!"

Finally, she spun to look at the person responsible for the scattered objects. A few of them were stuffed animals from another age, some books, an old antique clock ... they were all being ruined by rain.
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Glancing out at the rain, Derek Vos toyed with the rim of his mug. He'd been sitting in the shelter of a cafe for hours. The rain wouldn't let up. When it did, Vos remained seated. The waitress enjoyed having a Pyrate around - that much was obvious by how often she kept bothering him. This was his fourth cup of hot chocolate. The empty mugs rested on the booth table before him.

He hated this. He hadn't been given anything to do for weeks now. Boredom was setting in. Vos ran a hand through his dark hair, sighing and staring out the window. The blur from the street lights and rain droplets quickly got him lost in thought again. How long had it been like this? Why was everything so ... dull? The perfect life never suited him much. Vos was one who enjoyed adventure and danger. Sadly, this meant he was a risk taker. The government thought he was too volatile to stick in any teams, which meant he was put out in the civilian world.

Since there wasn't much crime, his services weren't needed. Pyrates were the least-desired avatars namely due to the fact that they weren't needed. Hatters could fit into civilian life. Uni could be the richest kids on the block. The Pyrates? They were the ones put into law enforcement. Vos never was good at that.

Thunder rumbled outside again. Vos turned his reflective gold eyes to the other patrons. There were a few Uni giggling in the corner. Some off-duty Hatters were talking elsewhere. It was difficult to classify a few of the others. It honestly made him curious, but not enough to get up and ask a stranger what kind of avatar they'd chosen.

Vos was lost in his thoughts once again. Maybe sitting in this cafe for hours wasn't the best idea. Nothing was going to happen, anyway.

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