01-08-2012, 04:23 PM
Jerome was in the zone; it was in the middle of his run, when his lungs were just starting to burn for oxygen when he took a random right and almost ran her over. He jumped back, startled; pink hair, white... dress? And was that... blood?
Oh, my God, he thought. He kneeled down beside Rain, not knowing who she was or how she got there, and not caring; after all, she was bleepin' covered in blood and laying out in the middle of the sidewalk, gasping. "Hey," he said, "do you need help?"
It was a chilly Saturday morning in autumn, with clouds overhead threatening rain; thus, Jerome and Rain were more or less alone.