<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2014/244/2/d/laura_pol_paint_by_patricia_crvl-d7xjoof.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tessa "Tess" Cantrell | Hourglass<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mansion window, then lawn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 5th, Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Bobby<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Tess approaches Bobby in the rain to check if everything is alright.<br/><hr/><br/>Tess had been standing at a window, watching the rain fall as scenes from this past week played in her head. She'd had some pretty good times since coming to the X-Mansion, despite being out of her comfort zone. She was finally beginning to feel like life was going to be great. For so long, she simply endured each day, sometimes more than once, without any relief in sight. Things had gotten worse every year, until now. Though confined to this property, to never go out and have a normal life, she finally felt free. And while she recognized how others hated the fact that they couldn't leave to go see a movie or go shopping or simply go for a walk off grounds, Tess was content with the safety this place awarded her.<br/><br/>Her thoughts broke as her eyes caught the sight of movement outside. She watched the dark figure walk out into the rain, away from the mansion. She wondered where he was going at this time of night, but she didn't have to wonder long as the figure dropped into mud to look up at the sky.<em>"Seems like someone is having a rough day,"</em>she thought to herself as she watched for a bit longer before deciding to check if he was alright. Leaving the window, she made her way to the exit and pushed through the door. Almost immediately, rain began to fall on her head. She walked through the grass and mud, her old pair of Converse sneakers sinking into the soft ground with each step. It wasn't long until the rain had soaked her black hair, causing her bangs to stick to her face.<br/><br/>She didn't try to be quiet as she approached Bobby, not recognizing who it was until she was basically standing over him.<strong>"Bobby, right? Are you doing okay?"</strong>she asked, seeming to be genuinely concerned.<strong>"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting your thoughts. Would you care for some company? I'm a good listener,"</strong>she offered with a soft smile. Her over-sized black sweater hung off her shoulders. Rain droplets rolled down freckled skin before soaking into the collar of her sweater, slowly making the fabric heavier.