1st Bite [Action/Video]

[willak]

(ooc: after this mess)

[A girl with a familiar face to a local artist is sitting in Good Spirits with a nice, typically expensive bottle of whiskey. She hates whiskey. Hates alcohol on a good day.

But this is a very, very bad day. Raylene Carter is a wonderful mess right now too: hair in tangles like her sister's and leaves and dirt stuck in it. Mud caking her feet and splashing up her legs, A dirty white newcomers dress and a pair of dark brown wings that won't stop twitching.

Something happened, something that could encourage her to go right for the alcohol and get righteously pissed. Some first day.]

[Video]

[The book isn't so hard to figure out even in her inebriated state. She squints at the screen a moment before mumbling with a thick drawl:]

Someplace 'round here that sells clothes?

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[willak]

[Just like that she's reexamining the woman in front of her before asking without any qualms as to the curiosity in her tone:]

How long you been here?

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[herotypical]

...Almost four years. I suppose that counts for super-veteran status.

[ action ] AUGH I THOUGHT I SENT THIS /sadness

[willak]

Well, damn.

[Is literally all she could possibly contribute.]

it's cool!

[herotypical]

That's the very word for it, really. With one minor alteration. Damned.

[ except for when it wasn't damning at all. ]

[willak]

Sounds fun. [Dry as the Sahara.] I can't wait to get settled in.