Rough Draft- intro

A stylish, two-toned Pontiac Safari drove up to the fence of an empty cow pasture, it’s driver stepping out and approaching the gate. A short woman, the driver was as retro as her car, dressed in a white blouse, an aqua blue poodle skirt, and some black and white sneakers, as well as a short black ascot around her neck. She paused in front of the gate, pulling a small mirror from her dress pocket, admiring her short black hair, fixed almost like a man’s except spiked out to the left like a 1980s anime character. 

ROUGH DRAFT - CHAPTER 1

The sun began to set over Japan, casting shadows over the earth below. As the sky began to turn pink, and as the sun began to sink below the horizon, people in rural areas and small towns began to make their way indoors. However, in larger cities such as _______, people tend to stay on the streets for all hours of the night. Indeed, for the university students, the night had only just begun, as today just so happens to be a friday. 

Inside the rather cramped dorm room 312, a young brunette woman was getting ready for an evening out with her friends. She put on a tee shirt and 3/4th pants, shoved her feet into her sneakers, and walked out to the communal bathroom, brush in hand. The dorm this lady lived in wasn’t exactly the best in the world, but was good enough. Thankfully, the showers were segmented into stalls, so it wasn’t a communal shower. 

As she entered the bathroom, she stood before a sink and tried fixing her hair to at least look halfway decent, it naturally falling down over the right side of her face, partially covering her right eye. Of course, there wasn’t very much to brush, her haircut was like that of an emo kid’s. But, it was nice to make the effort at least! As she tried to make herself look decent, she pulled her phone from her pants pocket, placing it on the metal tray under the mirror and turning on YouTube, watching the newest episode of ‘Inside the Chieftain’s hatch’, taking her mind off the several assignments due that Sunday, and that a few of her grades were only a stone’s throw away from being a “C”, and needed to be brought up. 

Several people came in and out of the bathroom while she watched Nick Moran climb over the Panther II prototype, intrigued to learn more about it. After about 10 minutes, she put her phone in her pants pocket, and took the elevator downstairs. After a few minutes of waiting in the elevator, she walked outside the building, the 8 story, cheaply made 1960s structure looming behind her as she met her friends outside. 

“Hey, Kiyomi!” came a voice from the left side of the car. “You ready to ride?” asked the voice, rolling down the window to reveal a woman not much older than Kiyomi, with black hair and caramel-colored skin. “I am, where are we going?” Kiyomi asked, hopping into the back. “It’s a surprise, where’s the fun in telling you?” the black hair women asked. Ines, the woman in the driver’s seat turned back to face Kiyomi, “Hello Kiyomi!” she said, in a thick French accent, “How was your week? Finals hit me harder than expected.” “It’s fine, Bs and Cs mostly, just gotta make sure the essential ones are C or above.”  

The Japanese countryside seemed to blur as they drove along, everything around them turning into