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Started: 10 January 2017

Ended: ongoing

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It seemed Alethea was having the worst of luck at the moment. Rain was pouring heavily upon the dark streets of Los Angeles. It was of absolute no help the wind was growing stronger, making the storm a bigger pain in the ass.

Looking down at her attire, Alethea was not prepared in the slightest. In her haste to pick up her mother, it had slipped her mind to wear something more appropriate and fitting for the weather. Yet again, how was she supposed to know her ancient piece of a crap car would break down? She could feel chills crawl up her body as the nightgown got drenched, attaching itself further to the skin beneath it. The moccasins that adorned her feet were ten times heavier than before as water lodged itself deep, her toes sinking into the wool.

She looked like a nutcase. Hell, she felt like one. She was certainly thankful no one was around to witness the mental breakdown she was experiencing at the moment.

Alethea had managed to send her mother a taxi right before her phone decided to turn against her as well and completely die; the final string of events that led her to leave the car two blocks behind in hopes to find some help. However, walking down an empty neighborhood at midnight seemed more of a bad choice with every new step she took.

As she reevaluated her entire existence, she could begin to hear the faint sound of car quickly approaching from behind. She looks behind her only to notice a black sports car gaining speed. Alethea is able to jump aside last minute, avoiding a deathly blow to the side but not the huge wave of water crashing into her. If she wasn't wet before, she definitely was now.

"Fucking asshole", Alethea curses, "Watch how you're fucking driving!"

The car disappears into the night in a flash, giving her no opportunity to catch the person or license plate. She releases a huff in aggravation.

Her hair is now matted down to her face. She refuses to fix it, seeing as there would be no use. Dirt and grime now adorn several spots of her body, forming an intricate pattern of splotches. She looks up at the sky, groaning in frustration. The loud sound of more cars wheezing by at a rapid space about a street over manages to null the screams erupting from her throat.

Slowly, she takes a moment to weigh her options before she heads in the direction of the noise. It takes a moment, but she manages to see she has stumbled upon a main street. Alethea feels a sense of relief as she notices the street lights illuminating the street; a huge improvement from the sketchy neighborhood she was formerly in.

A set of cop cars choose that moment to speed down the street with determination, splitting in different directions at the crossway. She makes an attempt to signal at least one of them for help, but they appear to have their own set of agenda.

A bench a few feet from her manages to catch her attention and she elects to rest there for a moment. It was pointless to walk with a sense of no direction. She refused to add "lost" to her list of accomplishments for the day.

A few minutes later, a cop cruises by. He must have taken note of her state as she watches him set his car in reverse to stop before her. She looks up and makes an attempt to greet him.