The sounds of rain echoed through a room, droplets from the downpour battering the glass pane of a single window facing out towards the city streets. The droplets shined here and there, reflecting the faint glow of street lights in the distance which were too obscured by the down pour. Every so often a streak of light could be seen passing by accompanied by the sound of tires rolling across the slick ground. The room which was filled with various dressers holding a plethora of supplies, one of the walls occupied by a stack of canvases and at the opposite wall sat a well worn desk with its fair share of stains and scratches. 

In the middle of this room a girl sat upon a stool, dressed in a track suit which was every bit as well worn as the desk. In front of her was a canvas sat upright and vertical on an easel. A guitar riff was sounding lightly through the room amidst the sound of rain, coming from a radio set on the desk. The girl sat staring at the canvas, a hand raising from time to time in a stroke of a brush or a quick smudge with her thumb. After each motion she would stop for a moment and grumble to herself, leaning back to view the canvas in full before continuing. The painting seemed to be the rough stages of a stylized portrait with outlines of a face becoming apparent amidst the brush strokes.

[b]”Suzu? Are you still up there? Its getting late.”[/b] A woman's voice called from up a flight of stairs causing the girl to blink a few times, leaning to the side to take a glance at a clock on the radio. [b]”Yeah, I'll be done in a little bit!”[/b] She called back down in reply to the voice which gave a confirmation in return. The music playing over the radio cut off not too long after, being replaced with an exaggerated news report on a series of disappearances told by the radio hosts. Though when they decided to start going on about ghosts or aliens it could hardly be considered news. With a light yawn Suzu hopped off the stool and stepped over to the desk, flicking the radio off after giving the canvas one last glance.

[b]”Maybe it'll look better if I try different colors... or shorter strokes? I don't know...”[/b] The young woman lamented, setting her hands on her hips and shaking her head in exasperation as she stood peering out at the night for a few moments. With another grumble she turned away and headed down the second floor hall to her room after turning the lights off and shutting the door of the previous room. When she entered her room she swung the door half closed, tossing off the paint spattered track jacket and pants, leaving only the relatively clean t-shirt she wore beneath as she slipped into bed. Almost entirely by habit she grabbed a manga from a shelf above her bed and began to flip through it idly as her thoughts began to wander. 

[b][I]”Another year, huh. I should remember to grab some of the new brushes from the art room right away, maybe that'll help”[/i][/b] Laying back into her bed she closed the book and set it beside her on an end table, staring up to the ceiling. [b][I]”I hope they dont feel like starting the year with a bunch of meetings...”[/i][/b] Suzu thought to herself, her mind flicking around in such ways before she finally drifted off to sleep.