[Blitzkrieg]

Iradella was finally leaving her second job when the rain started really pouring down. "Just my luck..." the femme mumbled to herself while slipping out of the bookstore, locking the door carefully behind herself. No, the shop wasn't hers, but the owner had enough trust for the girl to leave her on the late shift alone by now.

It seems like forever since she'd been thrown down here, into this world of humans and filth. The days here are monotonous, tedious and all around tormenting for the young fallen who simply cannot seem to fit in. She spends her days working two jobs, and her nights in a dingy apartment, the only thing she could manage to get her hands on without a credit score, or even a real identity at all. Sleep is a burden by now with the nightmares that constantly plague her thoughts, and she doesn't even feel safe in her own home for fear that one of those seeing vengeance will come and find her here.

Before she can even think of sleep, however, she has to make her way back to the place she's supposed to call home...really more like a prison than anything else, this whole world is a prison. Without a car or even bus fare, Della is stuck trudging back home in the rain, her umbrella rendered useless by the harsh winds.

Pulling her hood up over her red and white hair, initially white, but dyed to try and keep suspicion away from her abnormalities, she starts her small journey across the city. Hands in her pockets, head lowered, her stance doesn't say much for the female's self esteem, nor her level of comfort. Staying quiet, she brushes past a man in black, dressed to the nines and looking all too confident. Iradella shoots him a passing glance, but no more acknowledgment than that, still walking with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. What awful company...it's no wonder she often feels so lonely.