Mell casually rolled over in her bed, laying her hands behind her head as she stared blankly at her alarm clock. She was supposed to be at that dumb before school festival thing right now. She didn't really want to go though. It was going to be obnoxious.. and annoying. Still.. the one thing she liked was the fireworks. She liked to sit as close as possible and feel them as they thrummed in her chest.
She pulled at the power cord of her alarm clock, watching as it clattered to the ground, landing in a pile of socks. She smirked as the alarm clock's light went out. She was going to need a new one. After a moment of just laying there and thinking, she rolled out of bed. Mell applied as little makeup as possible, just to cover up a few zits, and some chapstick to keep her lips from cracking. She rubbed her hands against her short hair, clipping some of the bangs back behind her face. Good enough. She sprinted over to the steps and slid down the banister, vaulting off the edge and shoving an apple in her mouth. She shoved her feet into her leather boots, zipping them up to her knees.
"Where ya going?" One of her brothers asked.
Mell glanced over to her brother, raising an eyebrow as she snatched her keys from the holster, removing the apple from her mouth.
"Out. There's a festival. Pretty dumb, but i'm going to go see the fireworks. Don't burn down the house or anything while i'm gone." Without another word she darted from the house. Her motorcycle was waiting for her in the garage, her KTM Duke 390. A sleek more lightweight and sporty bike, perfect for what kind of things Mell used it for. She'd received him when she'd passed her drivers test last year, as a present from her father. She shoved a sleek black biking helmet on her head and kicked up the kickstand, revving the engine and starting the motorcycle.
She was off down the street like a shot, perhaps going a bit faster than she was supposed to. She drove up the curb as she reached the festival, puttering into the nearest parking lot and cutting the engine as she parked the bike. She kicked down the kickstand again, removing her helmet as she surveyed the festival. Boys and girls alike.. the girls in their Yakuta looking immensely pretty as they were lead around by their boyfriends. She gave a rather masculine snort as she watched them, rolling her eyes. Part of her wished she'd put on a Yakuta... the other part was mentally punching her more feminine side. She had no one to admire her in a Yakuta for one thing, and for the other, wearing a Yakuta was the most feminine thing a woman could do.. almost degrading to a point. Not only that, but Yakuta were really hard to move in.. and she didn't want to feel constricted in case something happened and she got shot at again or something. As the daughter of the local Yakuza.. it never hurt to be prepared. Even now she had a knife tucked into her boot in case of emergencies.
Mell tucked her helmet under her arm, stuffing her keys in her windbreaker before removing it and tying it around her waist. She fiddled with her hair clip before heading off to the field where the fireworks were going to be shot off. She gave into her need moments after this, taking out her cigarettes and lighting one, taking a drag and blowing a burst of smoke into the air. She'd come just to see the fireworks.. then it was going out to get a drink.
