[color=deepskyblue][h3]~Lady LibBethty of the Murican Isles~[/h3][/color]
[i]Rain.[/i]

For some reason, she'd never known of a time that it cut to the bone like in this moment.  Long brown hair, once neatly curled, now found itself plastered to the edges of her cheeks, as loose tendrils danced wildly in the wind.  Her thoughts became lost in flashes of the past, like childhood photos in a disarrayed mass on the bedroom floor of her mind.  The figure before her shifted slightly; she knew everything about that him, even the details about his narwhal martini glass tattoo.  Or rather, that was then.  The person it front of her now?  Of that she couldn’t be sure.

Fist clenched in tight balls on either side of her frame, knuckles white from the pressure.[i] “I told myself I wouldn’t be angry the first time I saw you.  That I’d simply ask how you were doing and be on my way…but I can’t!  Not after what you did…what you said….” [/i].  Face drenched in the storm, there was no way of telling if tears found an escape to the surface.

"Cut, Cut, [b]CUT![/b]  First of all, but this is the filming of Back to the Future.  Not some telenovela!  Secondly, just who are you and how did you even get on my stage?!” The director threw his script dramatically into the air while gesturing for security.

Eyes flipped between the shadow and the impeding guards, the water now shut off from the taps above.  [i]Awe, hell.[/i]  Grabbing his arm, she made a dash for the future car, tossing him in the passenger seat before climbing in on the other side.  Throwing the keys in the ignition she began ranting, [i] “This is all your fault you know.  You couldn’t be found at a park or McDonald’s like a normal person. Noooooo, had to be on a movie set.”[/i]  Reversing she whipped the vehicle around landing mere inches from the director’s chair. Rolling down the window, she threw a cup of water in his face. [i] “We were having a moment, thank you very much!” [/i]

Stick in drive and foot heavily on the gas, wheels screeched reluctantly against the concrete floor.  Busting through the garage opening, the pair disappeared into a cloud of dust.