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[color=FF4D4D][b]Time: [/b][/color]Dusk
[color=FF4D4D][b]Location: [/b][/color]Beach to street outside of The Pit
[color=FF4D4D][b]Interaction: [/b][/color] [@princess] - Angel[/center]
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Helene stared at ocean for some time after Boris had left, listening carefully to the ocean conduct its symphony. She thought there might be someone else on the other side of the world standing on the water's edge, listening to the same music. Two strange souls connected by a singular event unknown to either one. One could say that was what kept her sane all these years. With every stroke of her bow and every melodic note that escaped her lips she dreamed there was someone out there listening at the same time. From Beethoven to Rhianna, she practiced it all in a desperate attempt to understand what it meant to be a part of the world. 

Enough time had been spent staring at the waves and she was ready to continue her night though she had no idea where to begin. Instead of being discouraged, she left the beach perked up ready to meet the unknown letting fate guide her. After wiping her feet of and slipping her black heels back on, she began to walk back into town to see what the night life was like. Every step her eyes scanned the people and places she came across. The further she got into town, the more she began to see those who were intoxicated or simply having a great time. Their behaviors were a surprise to say the least. Everything from a two people furiously making out in the alley to a drunken brawl out in the middle of the street. Helene watched them with fascination having been raised rather strictly. 

Distracted by everything around her, there was no time to react as a brute of a man crashed into her at full force as she began to cross an alley [color=f9ad81]"Out of my damn way!"[/color] He yelled harshly but with a intense fear in his voice. The hit was so strong it had knocked her into the street and onto her back letting a small cry of pain as it happened. The breath had been knocked out of her and pain enveloped her entire chest, but neither lasted long as she sat up and tried to get her bearings. The man, whoever he was, had kept running without hesitation as if chased by the hounds of hell. A stark contrast from her earlier interaction with Boris. A flicker of anger rose from her before quieting down. She would simply remember it for next time, if there was one.