Walking in the streets of the Pride ring, it felt miserable and almost unsanitary, but that wasn't much of a surprise to anyone, it was damnation after-all. The streets felt almost too free, like anything could happen and nobody would care, and quite literally.

Walking along the cracked and almost broken sidewalk, Crymini, leans against the wall of a building, listening to punk music on her headphones. She took them off after awhile of listening to music, setting the headphones around her neck. Her ear twitched at the sound of footsteps, and she was quite certainly annoyed at the currently approaching being. Her gaze almost scrutinizing and suspicious. She spoke up, her voice sounding almost annoyed and tired, more annoyed than any possible tone of voice.

“Can't you see i'm trying to relax?”

She says, her eyes following any trace of hostility or irritation in the being's demeanor.