[center][i][h1]Welcome to the city of Yeojin...[/h1][/i]
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It was a rainy night in Yeojin. The raindrops smacked and reverberated against the pavement, the rooftops, the thin umbrellas, the soaked cloth of hoodies pulled tight overhead; layers and layers of the rain's music filled the air with whitenoise. It was punctuated by the city sounds of cars, horns, and footsteps, as dancing languages that flowed between the clank and clamour of urban life. Even at night, the city was bright and [i]loud[/i], alive in every way you could count. 

A traveler stepped out onto the sidewalk, emerging from the subway tunnel. She paused before stepping out into the rain. She could hear the slight halting of the footsteps behind her, the low gasps and grumbles as people caught themselves before walking into her and course-corrected. 

She looked up, her face stained by the city's neon lights.

She was exceptionally tall for a woman, cutting a slender silhouette made up of long limbs and gentle curves. Dressed in over-priced designer clothes, she seemed like any young, affluent, urban woman with too few cares and too much time to spare. 

A man roughly knocked against her, pushing past her to exit the tunnel as obnoxiously as he could. The woman's sharp eyes locked onto the back of his head, following him as he trudged through the rain. 

The corner of her mouth quirked up.

Opening a clear umbrella that she'd picked up in the subway, the woman stepped out from under the awning and into the city. Rain drummed against the thin plastic as she joined the city folk hurrying in the rain. She passed a homeless lump huddled on the steps of some abandoned shop and tossed a wallet at it -- the wallet that'd belonged to the man who'd so [i]rudely[/i] shoved into her. 

She continued walking, weaving through soaked pedestrians as she made her way further and further into the city. She didn't have a destination -- she'd never even been to Yeojin before. 

She was hungry.

She slipped into the next restaurant she came across, a bustling fast-food joint. She closed her umbrella without bothering to shake it off and slid between patrons. It was loud and bright in the restaurant, competing sounds and smells warring with each other under the bright flourescent lights. The woman pushed her way towards the front of the restaurant, grabbing a discarded receipt off of a table as she passed.

"Order for Frank!" one of the girls behind the counter called out, dropping a paper bag and a cup on the counter.

The woman reached the counter and skewered the receipt on the small metal pole, laden with previous receipts. Smiling at the girl (and trusting her to be too busy to inspect the paper she'd been given) she grabbed the bag and cup before turning and making her way back to the door.

A man stepped into her path.

"Hey, uh --" he paused as she looked up at him from beneath her lashes. "I'm sorry, but was that order for Frank?"

The woman opened her mouth to respond. She was cut off though by the sound of the worker calling out behind her, "Frank? Order for Frank?"

The man looked up, surprised. He looked back down at the woman and the bag in her hand. She'd started sipping from the cup's straw, a chocolate milkshake making its way to her lips. Her eyebrow raised.

"Uh, sorry, my bad."

She winked at him and the two stepped around each other, one moving towards the counter, and the other towards the door. A smile pulled at the woman's mouth as she hurried out of the restaurant -- best make herself scarce before he realized the worker had never called out at all.

Frank. It would do. She could be Frank. Frankie, maybe?

Frankie popped open her umbrella again as she moved back onto the streets of Yeojin.

Time to see what fun could be had.