Hearts Sinking (Closed RP - SearchingForASteadySelf)
Admittedly, rainy days were not Rinako's forte. No, in fact, you could say they were more of a mezzo-piano for her. They were, quite often, days of solace. Days where she could simply reflect and learn from the many mistakes she had made and how she could do her best to fix them. But the rain here lately had been dreadful, and with rain comes dropping temperatures. Rinako, being the hard-headed music student that she was, was too stubborn to let a week's worth of rainy days come between her and her normal routine. Donning a raincoat that would probably better suit some rich child's porcelain doll, she had braved the streets of Kazoku with just an umbrella.
Of course, she was also too stubborn to try to take the metro. She only used that in dire situations. This was because she always attracted unwanted attention. She was petite, pale, and usually dressed in clothes that were nicer than the average college age student. And so she walked to school in the rain, boots sloshing in the puddles that seemed to be permanently in place on the sidewalks, umbrella covering her tiny body. She had forced her parent's chauffeur to let her out once they got into town, refusing to be seen in some fancy pants car. She much preferred her own two feet, thank you very much. On her daily walk to the Kazoku School of the Arts, she had to pass by the hospital.
Today the streets were deserted. Anyone who moved about was in a general hurry and headed for cover as soon as could be possible. The drizzle was light, though the gray skies overhead showed no sign of letting any sunshine through. She grumbled slightly to herself as she sloshed straight through a particularly large puddle, "I thought April showers were supposed to bring May flowers, not more showers!"
Of course she wasn't paying attention as she tromped along, stuck between touching her slim fingers to anything that looked pretty and wet, humming along to the music blasting a bit too loud in her ears, and glancing up at the clouds and hoping it didn't start pouring again anytime soon. This was why she did not notice the dog running up behind her and barking maniacally, growling as though it had gone rather mad. She couldn't possibly know that it had escaped its pen and was running from its furious owner. She also wouldn't know that it would find her rather intimidating in her big black coat, and that it was a problem dog that tended to bite first and asked questions later.
This was how she ended up holding her hastily gauze wrapped hand and looking around the waiting room at that self-same hospital that she passed every day. She swung her legs, feet unable to touch the ground in the (kind of) high chair that she had taken in the waiting room, watching the fish and trying to ignore both the throbbing in her hand and the dried tear tracks on her pale and blotchy cheeks. This was why she hated canines.
