You'll Never Understand (OPEN)

[Rayne DiSalvo]

Isolation is my future
Isolation is my past
Isolation has consumed me
Too much and too fast
Alone I will remain

The words on the paper stared back at her, words that had filled her head the entire day. Now she wasn't much of a poet, but for some reason they had entered her mind and not only did she get a drawing muse from it, she also got a line of poetry from it. Weird stuff.

It wasn't that she acted 'isolated,' but on the inside, that was how she truly felt. Isolated and alone. She didn't have many friends and she couldn't really open up to anyone about her past. It was and would always be a touchy subject. Her father hadn't wanted her then and he wouldn't want her now. As for her mother, well they still hadn't made much progress in talking. Probably never would.

She sat at the edge of the lake with her arms wrapped around her knees and the sketchpad laying over her thighs. It was pretty cloudy out, storms would most likely be rolling in, but Rayne didn't mind it. It was just water after all.

She was wearing a white sundress and a pair of white wedge hells. Her maroon/burgundy hair was flowing in waves around her. She was simply staring out across the water, thinking about how she would never really find someone who could help her or even come close to understanding. It was depressing really.

Truth was...she needed someone.

[Kanda Shao]

It felt like it had been forever since she'd been to the lake. Once she'd settled in to Hammel as a teenager, she'd loved splashing around in the water with friends, or sitting on the edge of the water with a good book. Or, occasionally, she would just run around it. Usually to prove to her friends that she really could run laps round the whole entire thing all day long. She couldn't remember ever losing those bets, but then she couldn't really remember if her friends stayed long enough to let her gloat over her victories.

It was just a wonderful rush of nostalgia, really. Of all the things in Pilot Ridge, the lake had changed the least. She wouldn't be running around it, though. She'd be content just walking lazily by the water, reminiscing. She hadn't brought a book but then she didn't really have the time to sit and read. She was supposed to be figuring out lesson plans and making sure she knew what was in the materials she was giving to her students, so she wasn't planning on staying long.

And then she saw the lone woman, and her intense nosiness curiosity was piqued.

"Someone looks a little downcast," she said by way of greeting, and without asking she sat down next to the stranger, grinning away. Well, maybe it would help - smile and the world smiles with you and all that. "Writing something? It's such a cliché but I think writing somewhere like this is a pretty good idea, too. Well, I would because of all the memories it brings back but that's really besides the point. Are you a writer?" And so began Kanda's interrogation of the poor young victim lady.

((hope you don't mind if Kanda bothers Rayne for a bit ))