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[Rayne 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.

[Katya Ivanova]

Katya made a rather unladylike sound as the creature became deadweight on her back, scrambling to her feet as warm, sticky blood gushed from the creature's head down Katya's back.

She finally managed to stand up, nearly slicing a hole in her leather gloves with the silver knife she'd been trying to slide out of her boot. The great, dead creature reverted from it's wolf form into a slender human male, and Katya sighed.

Werewolves - such disgusting creatures.

"I suppose I owe you a word of thanks," she said, face curling into a snarl as she attempted to clean up a bit. The woman had the look of a hunter about her - and judging from the dead werewolf at Katya's feet, she was at least partially competent at her job.

Hmm.

[Rayne Evans]

The female's voice certainly caught her off guard, though she didn't let it touch her face. It would only figure that a female would end up being so careless, and run into that kind of trouble. Most of the did, after all, take their lives for granted and pretended that things like this only happened in horror movies. Even if the damsel-in-distress routine in horror flicks were mainly captured from everyday real life situations with females; she always ended up double stepping, and faltering in her run, or being completely unaware of her surroundings and knocking herself unconscious on a law branch in the woods. But who was Rayne to judge? She was normal- once.

Lowering the gun, Rayne's eyes narrowing into dangerous slits, her jaw still squared, she scanned the alley before allowing her eyes to meet with the moving figure in the darkness. She was standing up now, something about the way she flailed her hands over herself made Rayne want to spit the ground with disrespect. Her words could have brought a sarcastic laughter from the back of her throat, had she been willing to let it escape past her lips. Right now wasn't the time to give whoever it was she had just saved fuel. If she wanted to have a smart mouth, that was fine. Rayne never asked for it to be any different, though a little gratitude really wasn't that much to ask for.

She was silent as she stepped forward, pushing her left gun into it's holster, her right fingers still clenching the handle of her opposite gun. She was quick in her approach, her left hand raising, and quickly pushed the female's shoulder, using her body to push her against the alley wall. Her gun was raised now, the barrel pointing at her temple, her eyes searching for any bite wounds from the werewolf. "Did it bite you? Answer me!" The words slid off her tongue with a poisonous harshness that surprised Rayne herself. She usually wasn't this angry on hunts, never let things get to her without there being a reason.

But ah, there was a reason, wasn't there? Buried back in her mind, Rayne knew it was there. The death- no, murder, of her boyfriend, had happened only several blocks away, four years ago. Being so close, let alone in Blackpool once again, must be triggering a lost control of her emotions.

[Katya Ivanova]

Or at least, she had seemed competent.

"First of all," she said with a blank, dull look - the one she reserved for small children and very stupid people. "Calm down, little one. If it had bitten me, you would know."

She took a handkerchief out of her pocket and gingerly wiped some of the blood from her neck, ignoring the fact that the woman had a gun to her head. "Secondly, you kill a werewolf with a silver bullet to the heart, not the head, so if I had been turned, you would only have given me time to kill you."

Katya stepped away from the other woman, her face schooled into an expression of calm disgust. "And lastly - the next time you point a gun at my head, you had best be willing to accept the consequences. It will be the last time you do anything at all."

Katya valued two things in life - competence and intelligence. This woman showed signs of neither, and was simply becoming a nuisance.

[Rayne Evans]

Rayne gritted her teeth, fighting back the words 'bite me', knowing that they weren't as appropriate as she might have wanted. Though, the girl had a point, Rae didn't care. Her mind, her judgment, was clouded by the peg of guilt that had lodged itself between her ribcage, right over her heart, as soon as she driven into the city.

It wasn't hard to see that the woman in front of her clearly thought she was stupid. Rayne couldn't hold it against her, the more she thought about it, the more she agreed. This was stupid. It wasn't needed. She should've just nodded her head, turned on her heels, and started her bike. Instead, she was making an idiot of herself to God-only-knows who. As much as she hated herself for letting herself slip between her fingers, she knew that there wasn't much she could do about it. Not right now, at least. While she was still in Blackpool, and under the stress of her lingering memories, her head wasn't going to be clear.

Pulling herself off the girl, her eyes adverting to the damp ground of the alley, she breathed out a deep sigh and pushed her shaking hand against her thigh. When the gun was refastened, she pulled her hand up and plucked her sunglasses off the top of her head, her opposite hand racking it out of her face, seeking something to calm her down, even a little, so she could have a slightly decent dispatch. Her threat was empty, something Rayne hardly registered. She heard so many of them these days, they weren't' a faze.

"What the hell were you doing out here, anyways?" Her gray orbs lifted, eyebrows raised in the dim light. She didn't look like a hunter, not at all. Her only weapon was a silver knife. That wouldn't do much good, especially not while being pinned under a raging beast of a werewolf.

[Katya Ivanova]

"Conducting my own business," Katya left her answer vague purposefully - her business was her business. She had ways of protecting herself, and any of the information she had to offer would be lost on someone like this.

Katya was fully capable of taking care of herself - she cocked her hip just slightly, feeling the cold metal of the gun tucked into the waistband of her pants shift just slightly. She did appreciate the woman's contribution to her survival, but honestly, Katya just felt a profound sense of disdain after the spectacle she'd caused.

"Now," said Katya as sirens began to wail in the distance. "I'd suggest that you and I leave this place - separately. Unless you'd like to get arrested."

[Rayne Evans]

Rayne's eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, though it was more of a habit rather than her intention. It hadn't been expected, to hear exactly what she was doing inside the alley. She was just hoping that it'd falter any kind of comments about how foolish she had acted moments before. Not to mention, Rae was a curious girl. It got the better side of her on most occasions, and the question had slipped before she had time to catch her tongue and hold it down.

The sirens were loud, and a head ache was beginning to form at her temples. The last thing she needed right now was to get locked up in Blackpool's holding cells. Her gaze shifted to the dead body laying motionless on the cracked pavement, the dark pool around his head visible with the glare from the distant streetlamps. Someone must have heard the shot, because no one would've seen it. Not unless whoever the girl in front of her was stupid enough to have nine-one-one on speed dial- but that was extremely unlikely.

"Assuming you have a getaway car stashed behind the corner- fine." Her voice was non-too light, though it was a clear invitation in case she needed a ride. Rayne never got off on the right foot with people, especially if they were female, but that didn't mean she was going to leave her walking for the cops to catch up to her and blame her for something that she didn't do. Giving her one last look, she turned on her heels and started down the alley, back towards the only exit and entrance.

Rayne, naturally, didn't look over her shoulder. She couldn't care less if the girl was foolish enough to not have wheels ready, and expect to get away. If she was going to join her, she'd better do it fast, because Rae wasn't about to double check to see if she was getting on the back of her bike.

[Katya Ivanova]

Katya only bothered to watch the other woman for a few minutes, before turning and sneering in disgust at the creature now bleeding across the pavement. She knelt down, and with still-gloved hands searched through his identification.

Everything she touched went into a plastic bag, which went into her oversized shoulder bag. The whole wallet, plus a few scattered pieces of paper and a gum wrapper, and a handful of change. Katya stood up, raised disdainful eyes to the woman who was waiting on her motorcycle.

Katya shook her head. She had not ever ridden a motorcycle and didn't ever intend to. She walked calmly a few feet away to her car, parked in the back of the alleyway, got into it drove away.