Uxinta-arashi Quava leaned against a wall blood and tears running down her face, but the rain that was beginning to fall, covering her tears and her pain. She slid down the wall another wound that was long forgotten on her upper left arm was beginning to sting and bleed. Uxinta just sat as the sky darkened and the alleyway became teaming with spirits who was attracted to her power. The air around her seemed to freeze as the rain continued to fall in its rhythmical pattern, making music to its own beat.

Uxinta faced the sky as the tears reminded her of the times and the memories she had lost. She looked up and felt a change in the air, but she didn't care, the covered her tears as another brawler found her, but left her alone as she glared at him in such a way, it seemed to make him work out that she wasn't up to keeping him alive. As the boy left, Uxinta returned to watching the rain fall from the sky into her eyes supplementing and causing the tears to only fall faster.

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Sir Walter Haine Rin Maxwwll was an Englishman. He had traveled from pl;ace from place from place. He had visited a lot of countries in a few yeas. Now he had landed himself in Japan's Naruki city where he stayed for more than 1 year. It was nice in Naruki city. Especially the weather. He loved the rain.

Walter was walking on the road. A watery road where rain spatted. He was soaked yet he didn't care. All he cared was about the rain and he loved it a lot. That's why he was he. To spend his time in the rain. His friends called him a bizarre and eccentric person but he knew himself well. He just loved the rain..

Uxinta sighed as the tears began to dry, but the bleeding had not stopped. It hadn't even slowed all that much. She moved a little and ripped the very bottom of her pants. Thankful that her mother was on a business trip in American and would not be back for another month. Uxinta pulled out a small dagger, and with graceful ease, cut the fabric into bandages to wrap her arms and other wounds up, or the most severe ones. Uxinta leaned back against the wall deep in the alley, and began to sing softly,
Uxinta held onto the last note before letting in fade out into the still pouring rain. Against her best judgement, Uxinta got up and wobbled back out onto the now barren streets, her song seemingly still hanging over her like a prayer she had just said, even though she usually didn't like water, this rain was comforting to her, like it was a new beginning of sorts. Uxinta looked up at the sky, absentmindedly and wondered what this rain would bring to her.

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[Ooc; is there a word count rule for this topic?]

(OCC: I thought there was one in General.)