Post by ziggy on Aug 28, 2007 0:20:15 GMT -5
♫ Don't know how to see, don't know how to cry.
Growin' up in some strange storm, nobody's cold, nobody's warm.
I went out into the night, i went out to find some light.
Kids are dyin' out in the snow, look at them go - look at them go!
And the power's out in the heart of man.
Take it from your heart, put it in your hand ♫
It figures, first day heading to a new, interesting school. Starting a whole new life she didn't even know existed until very recently...all amazing...yet, it was raining. Not just drizzling, full blown rainstorm, complete with high winds and flashes of lightning. And here Ziggy was, running towards a large metal tube...oh beautiful. Trains had to be built not to attract lightning....right? Lets hope.
The girl ran through the platform onto the train, her small yellow water-proof-on-wheels suitcase in tow. As she got onto the train she pulled the hood of her black hoodie down...the cloth really hadn't done a great job of protecting her hair from the wetness outside. She sighed and ran a hand through her currently pink-streaked blonde hair, beginning to walk forward as not to slow the flow of students coming aboard the train, herding into the hallway like cattle.
As Ziggy walked she began noticing just how little her hoodie protected her. She winced a bit as her black t-shirt stuck to her small frame, and her blue jeans squished and slided. And we all know how good wet denim feels. As well as her clothes underneith the sweater, it, too was drenched, obviously. After walking down the corridor, she quickly decided to change as soon as she got the chance. Hell, even her socks were drenched on the inside of her plain black sneakers.
The girl found an empty compartment and slid in, quickly shutting the door, removing her hoodie as the train sounded its horn. She jumped a bit and stared out the window...trails of wet blocked her view, however. She could tell they weren't moving, but she assumed they would be soon enough. As she shed her hoodie she winced at the horse-shoe shaped scar on her arm, left by the loose werewolf in diagon alley not too long ago...Ziggy's very first full moon was approaching....
Oh god she remembered when werewolves weren't real. Shaking her head a bit Ziggy walked to the compartment door and opened it a bit, peering out and around. Seeing no-one she retreated back into the compartment, shutting the door and walking over to her luggage, opening it and bringing out her school robes....Well a white blouse, black vest and black skirt, anyhow.
She bit her lip and took off her shirt, quickly pushing her arms through the blouse and buttoning it at lightning speed. She took a moment to listen for people walking up before whipping off that wet denim...well, she tried anyhow. The jeans stuck to her one leg just as the train desided to jump to a start. Needless to say, Ziggy fell over, laying there a second, her jeans off her one leg and on the other, silent.
Then the laughing started, she lay there, simply laughing at herself for a good 10 minutes before getting up and pulling on her skirt and vest, rifling through her bag and finding a brush and ponytail. At this point she folded her wet clothes, placing them in her bag before sitting and brushing her hair out, bringing it up into a ponytail high on her head.