### Selena Chilver



Selena's hands sidled around the rifle grip, raising it to her shoulder with practiced ease and rhythmic order. She squeezed off a round and smashed a bottle off the table, pumping another round into the air rifle. Selena didn't really give a shit about the oversized teddy bear that was the grand prize, it was more about the challenge itself-this was, in a strange way, hunting. Predator and prey. Challenge and challenger. Selena had a competitive streak two miles wide, and it tended to keep her occupied most of the time. With a handful of rumpled up dollar bills (in lieu of a purse, Selena had a bill fold) on the counter, Selena took a deep breath and brought the rifle back up again. No, a deep breath. Deeper. Breathing from inside herself, not the outside air-outside air which smelt of cheap butter popcorn and a hundred thousand congregated, sweating bodies, all speaking in a thousand different pitches and tones, the far off ding-a-ling-ling of circus vendors, the cold-

The air rifle popped and the last two bottles smashed off. Selena lowered the rifle and tucked it back into the slot, noting the cable that kept you from running off with it. Oh, yeah, because losing a ten dollar air rifle was going to destroy that month's profits. The clerk looked a tad bit irritated-perhaps he interpreted beating the game as beating himself, the same way a teacher might be annoyed when a student gets a hundred on a test because, hey, deep down, you sorta want those bastards to fail. Selena grinned wide and tipped her hat-well, she would've if she'd had one, instead she just tugged at the edge of her boggin. Rifles weren't Selena's strongest suit-that honor would fall on the longbow-but she still was a pretty decent shot. Selena took a few seconds to let her blood cool-almost inadvertently, she'd started to tap into the well of metahuman strength within her. She'd needed only a sliver to steady her arms and blast the bottles into kingdom come-something she probably could've managed without-but such was the nature of Selena's gift. Not always conscious. It acted before she could catch up to it-another chase, another hunt. 

"I'll take the teddy be-" Selena sensed Eva approaching, which was something of an anomaly. Without her enhanced senses, she'd have trouble picking up on somebody through the swarming mass of sound and scent that was the Black Fall Christmas Festival, but she and Eva were twins. In tune, perhaps. "Oh, I do?" Selena paused, lifting it up and examining it. Leopard print. That was kinda cool. Selena liked furs, especially 'cause they pissed off hippies. "I like it!" She decided, turning and giving her sister a grin. She didn't really get what else to say about clothes. I mean, they were clothes. Normally she just went for whatever worked"I, ah, got you this," she grabbed the teddy bear and handed it to Eva-Selena was planning on giving it to the first kid who walked by, but hey, she'd feel kinda lame getting something from her sister and not returning the favor. Honor, pride. Selena's big on 'em. "So, debt's settled now...where to?" Selena rolled her shoulders a bit, unaccustomed to the scarf. Hm. It was pretty thin, so probably wouldn't do a whole lot to keep her warm but...ya know. Eva was trying to be nice and all. She did legitimately like the scarf, but Eva was always doing things like buying her clothes and whatnot and she didn't really know what to make of it. All seemed a bit trivial to her, really.

_How many boyfriends have you had in comparison to her, hm?_

Selena frowned. Shut up. Doesn't mean anything.

"Where to, where to," Selena muttered, scanning the crowd. What else was there to do? The Christmas Tree and the lights and stuff were cool and all but...eh. Maybe food?