[i]im glad i brought an umbrella that sky is looking rather dreary[/i]

Gentle hands tightened aggressive around the handle of a maroon umbrella, and green eyes stared blankly out at the moving scenery surrounding the train. Gray skies filled her vision, endless swirling clouds that were definitely not unusual for the UK, though to the Lady in Red it was basically alien. Home sickness was quick to fill her chest, the blazing Spanish sun would definitely out beat a creaking, musty train ride. In fact, absolutely anything else would be better than the current anxiety she was experiencing. Her hands loosened as her eyes dropped to stare at the scuffed floor beneath her feet, and the Lady in Red felt her throat close in fear as she remembered the letter she had received a mere day or two before.

Blackmail.

It wasn't her first time experiencing something like blackmail, and it wasn't her first time traveling to try and settle a disagreeing situation like this, but this particular blackmail was worrying. No one should know about this part of her life. No one should have such... Damning information. Her eyes rose to connect with her bag, a rather boring black purse that seem nearly empty, but it held everything she had to offer to try and fix this error. And she was going to do everything in her power to stop this Mr. Jig from ruining her life.

The Lady in Red straightened her back, smoothing the creases in her dress as she let her eyes connect with the other passengers in the train. It was nearly empty, very quiet, and everyone seemed somewhat... Off. No use try pry, though. The English were never very talkative anyway, she'd probably be told to 'fuck off and mind your own business'.

God, she wanted to go home.

By the time they had finally pulled up to the station her phone was completely useless. No service, and due to her forgetfulness, almost no power. She slipped the smartphone back into her purse as she sashayed off the train-car and into the white-lit station. Two or three people exited the train with her, and that was it. NO one else dared to follow, in fact, some gave them a few wary glances. Odd. Her attention shifted from the glances to the station in a matter of moments, though. It was old, just like the inside of the train had been, and buzzed with an uncomfortable silence that could drive anyone mad. The Lady in Red shifted to and fro, stepping away from the general crowd that had gathered within the walls, and watched as an older woman rang the bell at the ticket counter countless times. There was no one here besides the other passengers on the train.

No wonder that man back at the first station had given her such an odd look when she told him her location. Pryrush was bare and lonely, no one wished to visit and no one cared to stay. Perhaps these few people around her were all on the same boat as she, and they were simply following directions.

The directions, of course, were to sit and wait for further instructions.

[i]might as well get to waiting then[/i]

The Lady in Red crossed the platform quickly, heels clicking on the old concrete, and she took a seat on one of the many benches. Her umbrella rested on her lap, while her purse slide to the floor without a sound, and she tilted her eyes to the ceiling and stared into space, awaiting a sign from who knows who to go do who knows what.