[H3][color=IndianRed] Reyna Baker [/color][/h3][hr] [U][I]Silver Hills, Strong Gold Community.[/I][/u] Hours pass by, the redheaded cyclist was none the more content spending that time investigating every nook and cranny of these homes, and when she got bored of that, found the nicest little spot to take a snooze until the opening. Hardly much of an alarm was needed, as the growing crowds and plugged in speech was plenty loud enough to wake her and let her know what time it really was... Party time! Now that she has got these Z's under her belt, she had all the energy she needs for whatever tonight was going to throw at her. She stood herself up, caught some stretches, and made her way out the building from where she originally came in: slipping through the upstairs bathroom window, and carefully inching her way down to the patio roof where she could safely jump off. "Phew!" She sighed, brushing off the dust from her clothes. The house was a little stiff. She craned her neck around to see if the coast was clear, and then quickly scurried through the bushes to get behind the gates at the front of the venue. There were a bunch of RAVENS wadnering about with their armor on - probably the rich guy's secucirty, it didn't surprise her that those guys could be bought so easily, but that wasn't her concern tonight. She was just in it for all the free food there's gonna be. She made a bee line toward the entrance and was gonna take a step in until... [I]Fuck![/I] One of the RAVENS saw her. She eyeballed the one with no particular love, now a common gesture the RAVENS have since gotten used to. She noticed the metal detector in his hand. Okay, okay, play it cool. "Hey, you there," he called, "I don't recall seeing you getting screened at the entrance." "Ah yeah? Don't recall seein' anybody there either." She lied. The RAVEN was able to easily read into this lie and approached even closer with a metal detector in hand. Okay, play it cool, he's just going to wave it around and... [I]Beep! Beep! Beep! [/I] [I]Fuck! [/I] The guy was just about to put his hands on her until she put her own up to block him. "Don't even think about it, beefcake." She said sarcastically, her other hand reaching into her back pocket. The RAVEN immediately got defensive, and put a finger to his ear piece until she procured a pocket knife and slapped it into his hand. "Try again now, buddy." She groaned, rolling her eyes. She was all clear. "Your name, please." He requested. "It's for the record." "Jolene." She lied, deadpan. The RAVEN looked at her and shook his head. "Ugh, fine." She moaned. "Reyna. Baker. " The agent nodded and waved her off with his other hand. Reyna took the invitation without hesitating and proceeded into the street. Huh. Her eyes marveled at how many people were here, and... the mood! Everyone was dressing as nice as they could! She snickered a bit, under her breathe. And here she was, dressed the way she is, sticking out like a sore thumb in her typical boots, fatigues, and leather jacket combo. Every dumb RAVEN here probably knew she was in the building since the first asshole set eyes on her. It went without saying she didn't hold that much respect for them. Her cousin got roughed up in Mendel, and got caught in a cross fire that resulted in her losing sight in one of her eyes. Reyna's own sister being a target of a few's harassment. On top of those incidents, their already deteriorating reputation didn't help their case. As the rumor goes, they were made to combat Hands, and reflected the Hands' own REAPERS. Two sides of a same coin or whatever. Too bad for them, she only set out to eat all their food. They must be itching to start something. The food bar is right where she went, and she was already salivating at the wonderful array of smells... is that a roasted duck? Hoo boy, that isn't going to last long.