Rain, rain, stay a while.. (Open)

[pish]

Isabelle watched the rain pour down the window of the diner, the water distorting the light emanating from the street lamps outside, creating splotches of yellow and red color on the far wall.
She had always loved the rain; it seemed to mask everything with a sleepy haze, and gave people a reason to do nothing. Being less of an ourdoorsman than most, she was happy to have an excuse to stay in. If it hadn't been for her overwhelming desire for something sickeningly greasy to eat, Isabelle would have quite contently remained in her motel room.

Poking the remnants of her dinner with her fork, Isabelle sighed heavily; she had grown so used to diner food that it was almost depressing. The waitress bobbed over to refill her coffee cup, she had headphones on, and seemed more or less oblivious to the fact that the thumping bass and treble vocal stylings of whatever she was listening to was attracting more strange looks than dog with three heads.

Smiling to herself, Isabelle returned to gazing out the window. It must have been nice, she thought, to be ignorant to everything going on around you. It was what she loved most about the rain; it was a distraction. Most people, if they did decide to venture out in it, had little time to stop and really look at what was going on around them. Watching as a prime example walked past, almost walking into a bollard while trying his best to keep his umbrella from turning inside out.

Hearing the tinny sound of the waitress' headphones approach her, Isabelle turned. The waitress picked up her empty plate, and balanced it on several other plates and bowls already on her arm. She left a dessert menu on the table and wandered back to the kitchen, the clink of plates rattling in her wake.

Isabelle eyed the desert menu for a moment before picking it up. Nothing sounded particularly appetizing, but she wasn't ready to go back to the motel yet. She peered over her menu at all the sullen faces around her; there was little chatter, little noise at all bar the radio sitting on the counter, which was more static than music. The clock on the wall which was shaped like an oversized cheeseburger, informed her that it was 11.15pm, and rubbing her tired eyes, she beckoned to the waitress.

Waiting until the waitress lowered her headphones, Isabelle ordered the Pecan Pie -apparently the most sought after dish to emerge from the establishment- and handed up her menu. As she sat, ripping a napkin into strips out of sheer boredom, the door opened, letting in a fierce gust of wind which blew her napkin strips onto the ground.
Groaning, she proceeded to pick them up as a new face entered the diner..

[lilah]

A blown out tire in the middle of nowhere in the pouring rain. Well didn't that just spell out adventure. Lilah's driver pulled into the parking lot of a small diner. Her dark eyes lit up with joy. While the driver worked on repairing the tire, Lilah would be able to relinquish her boredom. At least that was her hope.

However, it was raining and she had no desire to get wet. She pulled up the white hood of her cloak, with a grin. It was dangerous, what she was about to do, but Lilah did enjoy her games. Most people would think it was trick of the eye, an illusion. She wondered if any would see what was really there.

Opening the limo door, Lilah let herself fade into mist and zoomed towards the entrance of the diner. She used a gust of wind to open the door and was suddenly standing in the entrance, back in her human form.

Lowering her hood, Lilah pulled out her long, ebony hair and let it flow down her back. She brushed her bangs lightly, a few braids accenting the look. Smoothing out her simple, white dress, she moved inside the diner, her eyes roaming over the patrons. The smell of deep fried foods and poorly made pastries assaulted her nose. Tilting her head up she inhaled a little deeper, closing her eyes at the wonderful aromas.

Then she heard the woman grown, it was almost an after thought. She was leaning down, grabbing some napkins that had blown off the table from Lilah's extravagant entrance. A few people had their eyes on Lilah, whether it be from her outfit, her looks, or what they think they saw, Lilah didn't know, but though she did enjoy her games, she felt she should apologize. Besides out of all the patrons enjoying a meal, the girl covered in tattoos seemed to be the most alluring.

With a smile she moved to the table. "I'm sorry." She said leaning down to help the woman collect the napkins. "I guess the wind is a bit strong outside, what with the storm and all." She gestured to the waitress. "Can you refill her drink please? I'll happily pay her tab."