arden and pepper

Who: Arden & Pepper & Open (for all!)
Where: Occam Automotive
When: Noon-times

Arden was standing atop the edge of the fountain, testing the boundaries of her balance; she was leaning forward, one leg outstretched behind her as an arm holding her umbrella reached out before towards the fountain's waterfall. Every now and then, a perfectly horizontal line formed from the tip of the umbrella to the tip of her outstretched foot... but mostly she wobbled around a bit as she tried to figure out what to do with her other, umbrella-less arm.

She was a bit damp. Her hair hung about her, initially beaten down by the off-and-on showers and the less successful balancing attempts. But it was soon dawning a voluminous frizziness that defied both gravity and its own dampness, so ha! Although had she used the umbrella for umbrella purposes and decided that balancing atop the fountain's slick edge was a trick saved for a dryer day, she wouldn't have been nearly as damp as she was. But Arden didn't care. She was decked out in well-worn jeans and an old coat of her dad's, and they were the perfect clothes for getting dirty and causing trouble in. Heck, she practically looked like a street kid in them! ...Except that upon closer inspection it was evident that her clothing wasn't patchy or soiled. Although the jeans she wore were worn they had been recently laundered and a pair of fairly new bright red rainboots gleamed despite the dreary weather.

Who: Arden and Pepper
Where: Fontaine Park
When: Late Afternoon
  
  
Arden was beating up a tree.

And she must've looked like quite the sight, because respectable people approaching her in the park shot her appalled glances and moved to the other side of the path as they neared. All in all it was a smart move on their part. Her face was scrunched up in a fury that was as much feral as it was childish. It was the kind of expression that came with snarls and growls before you found something's sharp canines embedded in your leg.