Name: Rayne Walker
Extra: Nose ring on the right side, deep gash marks on her back (left side) and a bite mark on her right side.
The breeze was cold and bitter within the small town. Fall was just beginning. Some of the leaves already decorating the ground, scattered across the roads and sidewalks, the typical crunching sound they caused echoing through the streets as people walked and cars drove by. It was dark out, darker than it should be as the clouds covered the nearly full moon, obstructing it from shining it’s brilliant silver light. The storm had only started, the drenched woman walking down the street cursing for not deciding to drive.
She was tall about five foot eight. Her hair as black as the night, her skin looking pale in contrast to her dark locks; in reality it wasn’t that pale, it was a slightly darker shade due to her mother’s Mediterranean background. It could be seen that she was a fit woman. One who cared about her appearance and seemed to exercise daily. Her muscle tone evident underneath the drenched dark clothes as they clung to her, as if hanging on for dear life. Her facial features consisted of a soft yet strong jaw line. Her lower lip very plump and her nose soft; her cheekbones weren’t too high and not very defined either. Overall her face was mostly soft and oval shaped but there was something that made it strong and confident.
A rather unattractive scent followed the woman. It wasn’t too strong, something else overpowering it. The overpowering smell seemed to be very chemical based, the underlying un-attractive scent was that of a wet dog. Walking through this downpour did not help the woman’s situation in any way. Spotting the house she was looking for she turned down the pathway and approached the door. Taking a deep breath, nervousness took over as she exhaled shakily. It had been a few years since she had last seen her best friend, who she hoped still lived here. Everyday she was away all she could think of was her, every thought on her mind involving her.
They had been together since they were infants and they had done everything together. Their first cigarette was smoked together, their first beer shared, hell they even had the same first crush but she had lost, she always lost when it came to looks. She was considered the nerd, the loser with the glasses and awkward body, the weird hair, the creepy one, the freak. But it didn’t bother her, no not one bit because the only person that mattered to her didn’t care about all those things. They were friends because they liked the same movies and music, they played the same games and lived next door to each other and did every single thing together. When one was happy then so was the other and that’s all that mattered to her; for her best friend to be happy.
Her fist came up as her knuckles tapped on the window of the door. Hearing footsteps inside she let out another shaky sigh as she felt butterflies in her stomach. She couldn’t help but smile as she looked down at the stone steps that lead to the front door. She hadn’t contacted her friend to let her know that she was coming, she wanted it to be a surprise, hopefully a good surprise. Inhaling once more she exhaled as the locks were opened and the door was pulled back. The orange light shining on her shoes as she looked up through her hair and saw her face. Her smile widening as her perfectly straight and white teeth glimmered. Her canine teeth more pointed than normal due to her changes. Her sinister hazel green eyes locking onto her friends.
“Hey.” Rayne Walker spoke simply.