I Hate the Rain. [Mod]

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[atrb=border,0,true][style=color:#666666; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-bottom: -20px;]THIS IS THE LAST NIGHT YOU'LL SPEND ALONE .[/style] [style=color:#660000; font-family: Courier New; font-size: 20px;]I'M EVERYTHING YOU NEED ME TO BE ![/style] [style=width:450px; border-top: 4px groove maroon; margin-left:40px; margin-top:-10px;][/style] [style=margin-left:40px; width: 450px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: cambria; font-size: 10px; color:#666666; padding:5px;][style=float:center; margin-left:10px;] [/style] [style=width:400px; border-top: 4px groove maroon; margin-left: 20px; margin-top:10px;][/style] HER BODY SHIVERED AS THE COLD BREEZE CURLED AROUND HER LIKE A BLANKET. THE NIGHT BROUGHT COLD GUSTS OF WIND, ALONG WITH A BLACK NIGHT SKY AND AN EERIE FEELING THAT YOU'RE BEING WATCHED. OF COURSE, SHE'S HAD THAT FEELING ALL HER LIFE. EVER SINCE THE GIJINKA BLOOD WAS INSERTED INTO HER. THE TYPHLOSION DNA THAT SURGED THROUGH HER MADE TAFFY GRIP HER HANDS IN FISTS SINCE SHE HATED THE COLD. IF HER BROTHER, MAX, HAD SURVIVED, THEN HE WOULD'VE BEEN AN ABSOL, AND THEY WOULD STILL BE TOGETHER AT THEIR MANSION. THEY WOULD BE SITTING BY THE FIREPLACE, DRINKING SOME HOT CHOCOLATE, EATING JERKY BITS AS A SNACK. THEIR PARENTS WOULD STILL BE THE SAME, HUMOROUS COUPLE THEY ONCE WERE, OFFERING THEM PLATES OF COOKIES EVERYDAY AT NOON. NO, THAT WAS ALL LONG GONE. SHE HAD TO MOVE ON. PEOPLE WERE AFTER HER. THEY HATED GIJINKAS, BUT SHE DIDN'T CARE. IN FACT, IF IT DIDN'T MEAN CERTAIN DEATH, SHE WOULD WEAR IT ON HER SLEEVE FOR THE WORLD TO SEE. THAT IS WHY SHE SEW HER OWN TYPHLOSION COAT, NO? NAH, SHE WEARING HER OLD GRAY JEAN JACKET THAT WAS FULL OF RIPS AND TEARS FROM HER MANY JUNGLE TREKS. HER PANTS WERE ALSO TORN, BUT ONLY TO SOME EXTENT. SHOES? SHE NEVER WORE ANY. TAFFY PREFERRED TO FEEL THE EARTH BENEATH HER TOES. SNIFFING THE AIR, THE SCENT OF RAIN WAS DEEPLY PRESENT IN THE WIND. GREAT. RAIN WAS THE LAST THING SHE NEEDED. BEING A FIRE TYPE, SHE AUTOMATICALLY HATED THE STUFF. SHE REMEMBERED WHEN SHE WAS ABOUT TEN, AND HER LITTLE BROTHER WAS PRODDING AT THE DOOR, TRYING TO GET OUTSIDE TO PLAY IN THE RAIN. TAFFY HAD LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW AND SAW THE GRAY DROPS THAT POURED FROM THE SKY. MESMERIZED BY THEM, SHE OPENED THE DOOR FOR HER BROTHER, AND THE TWO OF THEM RAN AROUND IN THE RAIN FOR HOURS. OF COURSE, THE BOTH ENDED UP HORRIBLY SICK AFTER THAT, BUT TO THEM, IT WAS WORTH IT. HER BODY CONVULSED AS SHE FELT THE FIRST, SMALL DROP OF RAIN LAND ON HER SHOULDER. FLINCHING, SHE DUCKED UNDER A TREE AND TOOK SHELTER FROM THE RAIN. TAFFY FELL TO THE DIRT FLOOR AND SIGHED, CURLING UP AND WAITING FOR THE RAIN TO END. [/style] [style=width:450px; border-top: 4px groove maroon; margin-left:40px; margin-top:-10px; background-color:#666666; color:maroon; font-family: Courier New; font-size:15px; padding: 5px; text-align: center;]CHARACTER: COUNT: 380 COMMENTARY: First RP! CREDIT: river[/style]