Location: Lost Haven
Time of Day: Night (Somewhere between 11 pm- 1 am)
It had been a while since Rach was last in Lost Haven. The city seemed unchanged despite the months that had passed and the conflicts it had endured, she took a moment’s pause to breathe in deeply the salty air. When she exhaled from her chest, Rach realized how much she had changed caused her lips to curl into a small smile under the hooded jacket she wore. The night’s chill brushed along her skin. It managed to seep past the leather jacket and deep into her core, cooling her rapidly with it's cold temperature.
Most people would be shivering but not her.
Not since the virus had infected her and ruined her definition of normalcy. It was only a few months ago but it felt like it was so much longer. Now like most of Lost Haven’s population, she was apart of their growing freak ranks and a wanted woman on top of it. Neither fact she much enjoyed if she was to be honest with herself.
Even with the warrant out on her head, Rach dressed pretty simple for her tastes through it was created by applying layers, the fabric specially designed to prevent it from storing heat of any type. It turned out she could stand up to space type frigid degrees when Gabe was testing her resistance and need for the cold. It surprised both of them but made some sense since it had to been able to survive such extremes while on that rock it was found. The fabric was lightweight and seemed flimsy, but it was far stronger than she ever imagined. It couldn’t fully stop a blade strong, but it was cut resistant and despite that flaw, her abilities would be more than enough to stop whatever metal was gunning for her.
Her first layer was a long sleeve sweater, the neck bundling and hiding her skin color from view. Over top and on the front was a small bit of what most individuals could assume to be body armor, two separate and very thin metal sewn into the padding and finally straps reaching about to clip in the back. Their main purpose was to actually provide her with a ready worn weapon she could mold into nearly anything she chose. Over top the sweater was a long sleeve hoodie with the torso part coming down to just under her bust which prevented any hinderance in her mobility. Her hood was propped up with a strange, mix between a beast and skull like mask on her face. The mask itself was made from pure manipulated metal usually found on her wrists in the form of bicycle chains. It shimmered unnaturally as if it was alive, resembling the glistening of scales across a silver fishes surface. Her bottom half was dark grey jean like pants with a single belt across her waist and overlapped military boots on her feet. The soles had a thin layer of metal both in the toe and the foot bottom itself, thick enough it didn’t affect her movement.
Rach’s hips swayed in a casual and unaware gait. Her boots splashing away the puddles underfoot, continuing to move through the dark, isolated alley of the city. There was many rumors women often went missing here due to some local human trafficking ring. Part of her was hoping she would attract unwanted attention and find out for herself, her thumbs hanging loosely off her jean pockets. Ahead, a fading, aging street lamp flickered. It’s light was illuminating the small space and casted harsh shadows upon her figure when something caught her eye. Movement in the deepest shadows, someone trying far too hard to hid themselves among the darkness.
It took all her strength for Rach not to turn her head. She kept on walking, her pace increasing a bit more and giving off the impression of fear. She felt the hesitation in following her causing her to curse under her breath. They weren’t fully ready to fall for it and her mind tried to think of how to make them take the bait. Her feet continued to move until an idea cropped into her mind.
Gabe would kill her for later, namely since it risked her very well being but she didn’t give a damn. Mostly because it would get her what she needed and even draw out those she wanted to find, both were more important than her safety. It was the only thing that she found might actually work effectively. As she drew closer to the light shining upon her, Rach’s hand reached up and gripping her hood. She popped it and off with a fast gesture. Her hand clasped over her mask as she tightened her grip with each step. Rach jerked to the side and flipped about to face her stalkers, her mask pulled down to reveal her face plainly in the buzzing light circle.
She frowned. They seemed to have vanished, gone like the shadows from light. Her fingers clenched about the mask’s edge until she could feel it digging in and risk bleeding.
’Brilliant Rach, just fucking brilliant.’Inhaling, Rach fought not to punch the nearest wall as she skirted from the lamp light, heading farther down the alleyway.
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