「 cherries and wine - intro 」

[marissa]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 45%; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; color:black"]There were many things that the night was associated with: darkness, death, despair, mystery, and several other words with fairly negative or ambiguous connotations. Despite that, there was something about the nighttime here in San Creado that made Marissa feel a little bit at peace. The environment of the town was definitely far from what the brunette was used to, but not necessarily in a way that was unpleasant. In her bustling hometown, the city never slept. But here? Marissa wasn't sure it was possible for a place to seem so quiet, almost lifeless, at least until now.

Back home, it was frequent to hear the sounds of vehicles honking in the distance, the occasional barking dog, or maybe even a plane soaring through the clouds. It wasn't possible for even half an hour to pass by without hearing someone driving their car obnoxiously down the nearby streets. Here, the only thing that Marissa could hear were the sounds of her own feet softly hitting against the pavement and the constant but soft chirping of bugs. Sometimes, the chilly breeze whistled as it rolled by. When it came to other people, she couldn't spot a single other soul on the streets with her. As someone who wasn't accustomed to roaming around such discreet and hushed places, the quiet was louder than she anticipated. 

A faint glow in the corner of her eye was what caught Marissa's attention. Her dark brown eyes lifted from the streets and her head tilted up so she could see the source of the light. Not too far off, the werewolf saw a sign fixed above a building. From the letters written, she assumed it was supposed to be a diner. Her head started to tilt to the side slightly and her dark brows furrowed momentarily before Marissa curiously began to approach the building. Within a minute, her hands were against the door of the diner, which she pushed open. She slipped through the crack between the opening and into the light, revealing herself to the few others who were present in the diner.

It was possible to say that her appearance looked normal compared to the others who stepped into the diner. At least, when it came to her clothing, since there was nothing that could change the fact that Marissa was physically a new face. She hadn't tried very hard with her clothes since there wasn't anyone she was trying to impress. Or, in other words, the brunette was too lazy to actually try earlier. So, she wore a pair of black jeans with the bottom portion of her plain white top tucked underneath. Over it, she wore a classic green bomber jacket. It was pretty basic, but hey, at least she didn't look like walking and breathing garbage (or at least she hoped not).

Quickly, she glanced around the tables within the establishment. She stopped searching once she spotted an empty one and calmly walked over to take a seat. There, Marissa paused for a moment to run her slender fingers through her thick hair. She pushed back some of the dark brown locks getting in her eyes before lowering her hands onto her lap and casting her gaze up from the table.