Kari jumped when she felt something bump into her and turned to see a white haired guy with shades on looking at her. When she removed her headphones, she heard him speak. 

[b]"Oh! I hope that didn't hurt you!"[/b] He spoke, smiling. Kari raised a brow at the man, putting her headphones around her neck for safe keeping. Who was this guy anyway? Most people in the park didn't bother her. And most of the trustworthy ones didn't wear sunglasses. Maybe he was just some punk trying to get something from her. If so, she should probably run but something in his voice told her he wasn't really out to get her. Still... What was with the sunglasses?

[b]"Hey, it's late... What are you doing out here? The parks aren't always safe in this neighbourhood."[/b] He continued, procuring another brow raise from Kari. She chuckled and shook his head at him.

[b]"You're one to talk. Usually, when you see someone wearing shades, they're the kind of people you avoid. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to enjoy my night."[/b] She finished, turning away and putting her headphones back on. What was with the white hair too? I mean... Why dye your hair white? Was it supposed to be some sort of statement? Oh, look at me. I'm hip and cool. I have white hair and I wear shades in the middle of the night like a drug dealer. Though, most drug dealers wouldn't go for the sort of... flashy white hair. At least, she wouldn't think. Would they? I mean... why would they? You wouldn't want to call attention to yourself when selling drugs. That kind of defeats the purpose...

She shook her head and continued on, making the circle around the park that eventually lead back toward the apartment, and took another puff of her cigarette.