A Perfect Day [Open]

[falsetto]

[[OOC: I need to give my little timid cyborg girl some lovin']]

Today was gorgeous in Radiant Garden --- the birds were chirping, the children playing their silly games, the sky was rich in blue, no clouds were in sight, and it wasn't unbearably hot nor freezing. It seemed like one of those days where nothing can go wrong. That was what Alyson thought at least.

She was sitting at a table outside of a cafe; leaning back against her chair and stared at the sky. No one was around and that's how she liked it. No one could bother or make fun of her appearance. But even if there were people around, they wouldn't notice her mechanical arm and leg since she was wearing her cotton gray jacket and her skinny jeans.

Many thoughts were wandering her brain of hers. She was thinking about her home, her father, and those black creatures that took over her home. Sometimes, she would see those damn things out and about, doing whatever they want like they own place. Then something weird would happen and those beasts disappear. She would see what looked like blue orbs attack the monsters, but she could never figure out what those orbs were and where they came from. It would be much easier to ask someone about the orbs and the creatures rather than try to figure them out herself, but she was too afraid to talk to anyone.

She wanted to learn more about the black-colored creatures, those strange orbs of light, and the world she's currently living on, but again, she didn't have the courage to ask anyone to teach her.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the sounds of footsteps close behind her.

Tap. Tap. Tap

She quickly pulled her hood over her head and stared at the table in front; hoping that the person won't try and talk to her. She wasn't in the mood for anyone to point and laugh at her, especially on this perfect day.

[mewer]

[Hi, I came to torture RP with you]

Some would say the wheather to be perfect, but Steve didn't like it. The weather had been almost exacly the same than at the day when his world was destroyed. And it was the same at few other bad events of his life.

A perfect day for something to go awfully wrong again...

Steve sigthed to his own depressed thougth. There wasn't much that could go wrong, anyway. Only thing he could thougth of was that a terrorist group would attack him, and that had never happened in Radiant Garden. Or at least so that Steve would have known about it. He smiled for the perfect escape from the world of depression.

The cafe was almost empty, but of course it's logical at a day like this. Most of the people were most likely having fun at a beach or a park. Steve walked closer to a table, and the only customer at the place pulled a hood over her head, like would like nobody to beable to see her. [/i]Well, seem's like I'm not the only one who isn't happy[/i]

Steve bought a coffee and sat on the table behind the other customer, and drinked from his cup. His mind wandered to the times when everything was perfect; not any real problems, happily living with Laura and doing other fun things.

The coffee fell over when he tried to take another sip. He screamed, when the hot liquid started to suddenly started to burn on his skin. He fell backwards, knocking over the girl behind him, too.

Damn

Steve quickly got up and looked at the girl he knocked over. "Umm... I'm sorry?"