willak: (they fight)
2012-11-16 03:27 pm

2nd bite - action

Cut for lameness )

[Later that evening.]

[Raylene found herself a table at a tiny little restaurant to sit down at, it looked as if it was going to start storming tonight and she wanted something hot in her stomach before she ran off to her stupid little apartment. It had nothing special in it, nothing that could identify it as hers. She treated it like a motel room. A bed and ceiling were all she needed and wanted right now anyways.

Turns out handling wood with bare hands like she did lead to splinters and she could be spotted picking them out of her palms over a hot plate of chicken and potatoes. Nothing special.]


( ooc: people are totally allowed to either walk in on Raylene finishing up, leaving, walking around afterwards or at the restaurant! or all four if you want!)
willak: (they'll tell me that you're mine)
2012-11-08 11:05 pm

1st Bite [Action/Video]

(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?