( home sweet home my ass ) ., open

[evans]

It wasn't like Rayne had asked to come back home- she had been avoiding Blackpool ever since she was nineteen. It had only been two and a half years since she had seen the mucky weather of England, or smelt the fresh rain-filled oxygen. It was calming in some ways, but others, it was just as dreadful. There wasn't anything that could describe the feeling that Rayne felt boiling in her stomach as she looked around, the dark clouds hanging over her head, the street under the wheels of her bike and her left foot damp with leftover rain. It felt like her insides were twisting and knotting together, doing everything they could possibly do to add to how uncomfortable she was feeling. Subconsciously, Rayne was trying to will herself to pull her bike around and leave, but she knew better than to let her selfishness get in between her and saving people's lives.

Pulling her leg back off the street, she revved the engine with her right hand, before pulling the brake off and gunning it down the empty street. Her hair whipped against her forehead and cheeks, before finding a way past her shoulders, and blew behind her in the rush of wind. Her gray eyes squinted from behind her black aviators, the dimness in the sunglasses only making things look even more mucky and depressing. Her leather jacket did it's best to keep out the cold winds, though a few would slip into the collar of her shirt and push down against her spine, making her shudder with a chill, before regaining her posture.

It didn't take long to find the hunting grounds Rayne was looking for. Werewolves weren't exactly the hardest things to find when you opened your eyes. Rae had turned her bike off a street ahead, and was currently rolling it down towards the alley that they were hiding in. Her eyes narrowed as she looked around, her feet soundless as she stepped upon the sidewalk, her hands gripping the bars of her bike tightly. As if a warning, the stitches in the side of her stomach started to sting slightly, pulsing. Pulling one of her hands off her bike, she pressed it against the ache in her side through her leather jacket, quickly bringing the pain to an end, before continuing with her walk.

When she was close enough, she kicked the kickstand down and grabbed her weapons off the back pouch where the second seat would've been. Pulling her guns out, she checked the magazines to make sure she had the silver bullets, and slipped them into the holsters on her thighs. Lifting her right leg, she pushed her jeans more inside her boot, before grabbing her silver dagger and slipping it into a small pouch on the side. Rayne couldn't afford to take any chances tonight. She just wanted to get in, kill some mutts, and get out of there. Rae didn't even plan on staying the night, knowing that if she did, she'd have the wost of her nightmares all over again. Not like it mattered- sleep seemed too far away for her to reach right now.

Pulling her boot off her bike, she wiped away the dirt and wet droplets from her seat, and started walking towards the corner that lead into the alley. Grabbing her sunglasses, she pushed them up into her hairline, holding her bangs back from her face, giving her a clear view of what she was doing. Her left hand was already gripping the handle of one of her twin handguns, her right ready to grab the opposite one still in it's holster on her thigh. Her fingers flexed and curled back in, her feet carrying her a little faster. But before she could reach the mouth of the alley, a metallic noise was made, like a trashcan falling over. It echoed, though Rayne didn't jump. Pushing faster, she founded the corner, and slowed to a stop. Someone had beaten her to getting there, but it didn't like they were doing a great job of keeping themselves from turning into dog-ciao.

Her eyes quickly took in what was going on, the werewolf having jumped the human shadow underneath it, it seemed. Squaring her jaw, she pulled her right hand up, gun at the ready, and aimed. With a glare, she pulled the trigger.

tagged: open to anyone
outfit: here. | her bike.
notes: sorry for the crap-ola. and i was kind of thinking a hunter could post? if not, that's fine. and, near the end, i left it open for any possibility that you might have wanted to try, or add.