A Good Trip {Open, so friggin' join.}

[Stour]

Shinji's feet hit the ground awkwardly, his eyes fixed on the clouds above. The sun shone down on a rain-soaked landscape, glistening slivers of light in every tree. Light was fading, and the droplets of water that were showing so brightly were slowly turning more and more orange. He was walking in circles, just to pass the time. His hair and coat were wet, his shoes leaking water with every step; he'd been out since before the rain started, remaining on the streets even as the light faded from the day.

Luckily he managed to step into a pool of water that had filled a pothole, and more luckily for him, he tripped, trying to get his foot free. Face-first in the street, he had sudden recollections of why he avoided going out after it rained. There was nobody fun to talk to, and he always managed to hurt his face. Though, not usually thanks to the ground.

He pulled himself to his feet with a quick shake, ridding himself of a small amount of the water he was coated with. He yawned, stretching his hands behind his head, and sat on the nearest bench. It seemed as if the streets were out to get him today, he found himself thinking, as the bench broke.

"Seriously?!" He yelled, jumping up, wiping off the back of his pants, now soaked with mud. With a glare he took back to the street, looking for a place to grab a bite to eat, half expecting something to smack him in the back of his head the whole time.

[Ai]

Sitting next to the blonde--seemingly--young man was a long raven haired woman who appeared to be his age... though appearances are deceptive. There she simply sat on the bench, perhaps the massive face plant prevented him from noticing her before plopping himself down. While the normal mortal masses could not see her, anyone who could see spiritual beings could see her plain as day as she sat there.

Albeit, the second he sat himself down the bench broke causing her to abruptly fall off the bench as well. As he seemed to curse the sky after jumping back up onto his feet stomping off. Ai with a heavy sigh picked herself up off the ground dusting herself off, while remarking drily, "Ara ara ara... just how fat and clumsy are you?"

She really did not bother to take notice of who exactly it was when making the remark. But once she lifted her head to see the irritate blonde vizard, she knew who he was--though, she never actually spoke with him. An acquintance of his, Lisa, she knew and has met before, but never the group of vizards whom Lisa hangout with implied leader.

Her brow furrowed at the sight of him, she smirked a little unable to fully contain her amusement. Her eyes glanced ahead to the direction he was stomping off to, and with a flippant shrug--she commented, "Heading off to the food courts isn't going to help you. Eating away the pain just isn't healthy."

[Stour]

Shinji spun at the surprise of someone talking to him, especially after the extreme acts of clumsiness he had just brought to the table. "Eh? What kinda sick freak gets hungry 'cause a' pain?" He shook his head, putting his hands in his pockets. "That ain't normal. I was hungry 'fore I fell. And broke the bench. But wa's more int'restin' is what yer doin' here?"

He asked it with a raised eyebrow and a tilt in his head as he started walking towards her. Truly, he was curious. It wasn't every day Shinji got a wiff of Vizard reiatsu, and it certainly was more rare when they would start a conversation with him. Even when he already knew them.