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The lady she stalked moved silently through the pathways, her steps near silent as she moves like a wraith. Something she would not have noticed had it not mirrored her own as she increased her pace, careful not to touch the filth encrusted walls of the buildings. The west was not a nice place, shady and filled to the brim with every creature of the dark you could imagine, but it was home. She paid little attention to the graffiti, nor the old tatter newspapers as they littered the ground and sidewalks.

Her eyes did trail the minx however, her focus rewarded when the light catches the pale ghosts that line her arms. More scars. What the hell had she been to war with? A pack of razors? No, that did not seem to fit her, or what little of her she had met in the club. The lady had been helpful, standoffish, yet she did not seem the type to frequent the seedier establishments that seemed to proliferate the West like cockroaches to shit.

Darting off a sidewalk she scurries to the other side, noticing that the woman kept to the shadows, those wraiths keeping to her form like she was a long lost friend. Head tilts some in confusion and intrigue, she sure was an enigma. It was a brief look for she curses slightly when she picks her pace up again, causing Chemi to throw her hands up in frustration as she pauses for a second. IT is then that she notices the gang of drunks across the way. The alcohol that clings to their skin is sickening and she wants to hold her nose. Eyes narrow in distaste as one of them stumbles, his buddies leaning dangerously to the side as they catch him before bursting in a laughter so grating that she grimaces. Curse her increased senses.

With a burst of speed she calls out, finally succeeding in getting the woman to stop. Sharp grey eyes meld into her mirror, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth when she realizes they have the same base colour. For the first time she really gets a chance to study her, noting the way the scar dances across her eye through the small opening of her hoody and the way the rest slash her arms. She also notices that she was not a red head but indeed a chocolate head vixen. Must have been the strobe lights in the club that gave her that impression.

"Look at you. You are bundled within that hood as if you want nothing more than to disappear into its depths. You are much too beautiful for that."

And she was, even in the dim of the sidewalk, she could see that the woman was gorgeous in her own unique way. Her scars added appeal in her mind, not the sort she would date, but still she was appealing.

A sole eyebrow lifts as she recognizes the subtle undercurrent, one that spoke that she might want nothing more than to scurry away...alone. Now, where is the fun in that? Suddenly a gust of wind picks up, blowing empty cans and other debris around them. Lyrics dance softly from the pale pink lips of Raven as she speaks, her voice barely heard over the rustle of old newsprint. She probably could have heard more had she not been so awestruck by the full force of her face as that little gust revealed their glory to her. They were so pearly that they seemed to glow and she was...speechless. Not in a bad way and if Raven was perceptive she would be able to discern the admiration and respect within the siren's gaze. Yet she does not allow her eyes to linger, she did not want to come off as disrespectful...at least not entirely. She did chase her down.

"Well nice to meet you Raven. That is great news that means we can come up with anything we please!"

She pauses, deliberating on what they should do when one of the earlier drunks shouts at them, something about "hey sexy." Whirling she sighs, watching the one who stumbled earlier, stumble his way closer to them. His gang of friends slowly beginning to turn around from the door of Syn in order to follow what must be their leader. He waved his hands at them, words slurring as she yelled words that she didn't even attempt to comprehend. Instead she tilts her head, a laugh tinging her words as she addresses her new companion.

"How about a game of bowling?"

With that she grabs a hold of silver trashcan, shifting so that she got a good grip, before tossing the thing in the direction of the drunk. It clanged loudly as it bounced then rolled true, clashing into the man and taking his legs right from up under him.

"Strike for Chemistry!"

She cheered as the man cursed loudly, his friends having caught up to him finally. They all shot a murderous look their way and she eyed the remaining silver can before trailing her gaze toward Raven with a silent question. She would wait to see if the browned tressed beauty would play before uttering her next words.

"Well I do say this is the part where we run."

And with a hoot of laughter she takes the woman's hands and pulls lightly before letting go as she runs up the walk, only looking back once to gleam the look on Raven's face...she bet it is priceless.

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