The sun was just setting, throwing a dim summer light over Fairlake City. Slowly but surely, the streets were clearing as people returned home from work or retreated into bars for the night. Others had the unfortunate luck of working late or were sick of hiding, so they chose to embrace the night life, dismissing the danger. Some were the danger; though, they wouldn't rise until the moon did. 

And then there were the protectors: Lillah, who had slept and gamed most of the day way, was just stepping out of a shit hole of a motel with her phone in her hand. [i]"Grabbing dinner. what u want?"[/i] she sent to the contact labeled Dad, knowing it'd be a bit for she got an answer. So the young woman turned on her music, light eyes observing the evening. At a glance, she'd be easily mistaken for a boy: straight, athletic build and a haircut that stops at the top of her ears. The lack of make up or jewelry on her dark skin didn't help, either, though she had grown over the insecurity in high school. 

Lillah placed an ear bud in her ear, leaving the the other one dangling and spilling rock music into the air. Usually, she'd put them both in and leave the volume low as a means to stay entertained and aware of her surroundings. However, Fairlake seemed particularly dangerous and she had already been surprised by a small group of thugs once and even earned a new scar on her upper arm for her nonchalance. Within the week they've been there, she learned why her father had brought them here and made adjustments in her behavior accordingly. 

She rubbed at the scar with an irritated sigh before starting her aimless trek down the sidewalk. The motel was just on the outskirts of the city, which meant quite the walk to the park and even the Drunken Dragon. However, it gave her plenty of distance to patrol and it wasn't too difficult a jog when she was in a hurry.