[color=ed145b][h2]Rajvi Bapodra[/h2][/color]

"[color=ed145b]Suck it! Get destroyed, motherfuckers![/color]"

Rajvi stood at her desk with her chair shoved behind her, thin sheen of sweat covering her body as she mashed her keyboard rapidly. A tense grin was spread across her face. After another few seconds, she stood up, arms pumped. The tense grin exploded into a gunpowder smile and she let loose an exultant laugh. "[color=ed145b]Hell yeah![/color]"

Picking up her discarded microphone from the ground, she held down the PTT button and shouted a few choice triumphant obscenities into it.

[color=f7976a][i]We get it, Bardcore! You won! Jesus...[/i][/color]

"[color=ed145b]You fucking know it![/color]"

She stood up fully and stretched, yawning as she checked the time. [color=ed145b][i]Wow, it's getting pretty late...I should order dinner.[/i][/color] Picking up her phone, she punched in the number of a particularly prompt restaurant in town. After a few rings, someone picked up.

"[color=6ecff6]Hello?[/color]"

"[color=ed145b]Hey, J-Jack,[/color]" she stuttered, flipping back to the nervous wreck she usually was as soon as she spoke to a person not separated by the endless gulf of WiFi and screen names.p

"[color=6ecff6]Oh, hey, Rajvi. Sorry, no order out tonight. Night of the winter ball, so everyone's staffed up and delivering to Central Point. If you want food, you gotta come grab it yourself.[/color]" 

With a click, the phone went dead. She looked at it for a moment, wide-eyed, before taking a sudden deep breath and breaking out into cold sweat. She crept up to the window, looking outside of her apartment at the snowy night below and shuddering in a way that had nothing to do with cold. [color=ed145b][i]I have to have something in the pantry, right?[/i][/color] No such luck. She was out of food. And that meant...[color=ed145b][i]I have to go outside.[/i][/color]

Ten minutes later, she edged out of the door of her apartment building, bundled up in a thick parka. She released a surprised sneeze as a snowflake landed directly on her nose, but otherwise was closed in and quiet as she could be. She began the walk down to Central Point, already beginning to dread the heavy crowds. Sol Silverside, a small, quiet seafood restaurant and her typical eatery, was closed for the festival, so Point it was. It was colder than she was used to; then again, she hadn't left her apartment since mid-June. She shivered as she walked, squinting against the brilliant Christmas lights that has been strung up over the city.

Luckily, she didn't live too far from the city center. As she approached, a sudden press of people assaulted her, leaving her terrified. [color=ed145b][i]Come on, Rajvi. You can do it![/i][/color]

At that exact moment, she was bumped into by a large, burly man who shot her a venomous glare. With a terrified squeak, she skittered away, trying her best to make it through the loud, close crowd. Her head was pounding. As she broke away, she popped out, only to find herself running slap-bang into a petite young lady with bizarrely white hair and a very large, very [i] intimidating[/i] man. She panicked, only barely managing to stop herself from falling over and scrambling to retain her footing.

"[color=ed145b]Oh my god I'm so sorry,[/color]" she rambled hysterically, "[color=ed145b]I wasn't looking where I was going and then I ran into you and I bet I hurt you and you probably hate me now![/color]" It was quite evident that she was close to tears as she backed away like a deer in the headlights, just about ready to bolt again.

[@PrinceAlexus][@RoccanIronclad]