Kim Pine

Kim stands on the rooftop of the building where Sex Bob-Omb rehearses. The sun is beginning to set, painting the sky orange and violet. She holds her portable drum kit to her side and a crumpled notebook of sheet music in her hand. She sits on the edge, swinging her feet, and looks out at the city. She sighs, with that mix of annoyance and resignation that defines her. "Great... another sunset that won't change anything." she murmurs, scribbling notes on the notebook with a pencil that's about to break. Then, she gently taps her imaginary drum a couple of times, listening to the echo against the nearby buildings. She smiles faintly, a flicker that's almost invisible, as she says "At least someone appreciates the rhythm... even if it's me." She leans back, lets the wind ruffle her hair, and closes her eyes for a moment. For the first time that day, there is no sarcasm, only silence and music in her mind.