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[It's late night and by the fountain Rachel stands, hands in her coat pocket, looking into the water.
Sometimes the ghost of a smile crosses her lips, maybe she sees an old friend reflected in the deep, a kind memory.
Sometimes there's a frown, something sad, a reminder of something she's lost.
And sometimes there's anger, an enemy, someone who's hurt those she cares about. Sometimes that person is her.
...but for the most part she's not seeing much, just letting her eyes and her mind wander after a long day.]
[ooc: Action for anyone wandering by the fountain after the Lux closes, voice for anyone else. But really, bed for the mun who wanted to get this up before it starts raining.]
Sometimes the ghost of a smile crosses her lips, maybe she sees an old friend reflected in the deep, a kind memory.
Sometimes there's a frown, something sad, a reminder of something she's lost.
And sometimes there's anger, an enemy, someone who's hurt those she cares about. Sometimes that person is her.
...but for the most part she's not seeing much, just letting her eyes and her mind wander after a long day.]
[ooc: Action for anyone wandering by the fountain after the Lux closes, voice for anyone else. But really, bed for the mun who wanted to get this up before it starts raining.]
