There wasn't much to the night, though the fog came rolling in, the rain was coming down, pattering over the top of the black umbrella. From a distance Zebel would appear as  ghostly figure, moving slow and silently as her thick black boots tapped over the softened ground. Her hair  pretty much leaving her face bare tot he world. There was a couple passing Zebel, starring at her as though there was a smudge or something on her face. Glaring at the couple Zebel turned about, watching the pair as they went on walking. What the hell was everyone's problem? It almost seemed as though the world knew her dirty little secret about her family.<br/><br/>None the less Zebel could see another, a rather large burly man walking in the same direction, which made her head tilt slightly yet still she made no comment as she seemed to walk in his direction. If he was going to the train station he was going in the wrong direction. Her brow gaze shifted from the male, making the mental note that he had a build for fighting and a body that seemed to roll with power. With pursed lips she kept any comments that may have came from her lips from being spoken aloud. In her right hand was two bags, rather small bags if anything, though on her back was a larger back. She did her best to pack as light as she could, though somehow she ended up with more bags then she wanted to carry.<br/><br/>Zebel had changes of clothes in the bag along with the body assortment of cosmetics and hygienic stuff as well.  Apart from the clothes she was wearing, that was all she had on her, surprising enough the clothes she had could hardly be fought in, least some people thought so, but Zebel had proven that to be wrong. That small slender, curved form that was Zebel, she was dressed in a royal blue dress, a thin strap of the clothing wrapped around the back of her neck, giving only a circle of chest flesh to be seen. The dress came to the middle of her upper thighs, showing the long, toned legs, tanned flesh. She hardly looked to be going to a fighting tournament but hell... a girl had to look good to impress, and if not to impress perhaps to distract.