Thread: The White Flash (Hypexxxx & Necrozen)

Mayfire quickly jerked back at Bayman's hand in her hair moving abruptly to fix her bangs and the top of her head, even the areas that'd been far from tampered with. Hey! This takes a lot of work to look presentable. She spoke with a huff and a pout, though sticking her tongue out in a playful manner. She looked over and out the door as she'd placed her right hand holding her pistol onto her hip, tapping the gun upon it as both it and the pants she'd worn gleamed with the same, stainless black. She canted her head at the landscape before them before reached her arms to give a stretch above her head. Psh, like anyone's gonna' show their faces around here anyway. Daylight as is, it won't be for very long. As she relieved herself from the stretch, she looked over her shoulder with her trademark grin to Bayman, tapping her pistol upon her lips as if a toy. Buuut, if you're gonna' be a worry wart about it, I guess. Just don't take too long with that wolf, yea? I could eat a horse and then some. With that, she'd strutted out the door with a demeanor of overconfidence, leaving it slightly cracked to still peer inside from time to time to comfort herself. She circled the shack in more of a bored way than an alert one. She carelessly swung her hand containing her gun to the opposite beat of her feet in a rhythmic way for she'd been with her thoughts. She'd not so much as bothered to bring more than her pistol out with her, for she'd clung to the thought that no dangers were about at the time. She'd possessed many guns, even an excessive amount. She often had her smaller ones clunked in her drawers while her larger ones had been scattered about in no particular fashion to portray her lack of organization. Some had their own story as she'd remained oddly sentimental to each one. Some she refused to use at all in fear of being broken. However, not every gun had been through any depictable tragedy with her, yet she still treated them as if they had. Regardless, she was reluctant to take anything out with her other than the pistol she'd held. She could throw a punch, perhaps even a kick, though ultimately, there were not a lot of cards in her sleeve. She couldn't use even the simplest of daggers and refused to learn how. Being so close and personal and stabbing someone to death... The mere thought sickened her. After ten or so minutes, she plopped herself down upon a dusty, rather cold rock with a few dead branches about it as she slumped over to release a drawn-out sigh. She tried to entertain herself by throwing the pistol up into the air and catching it a few times, though it far from sated her impatience. Moments later, she'd heard a rustle in leafless bushes some ways away, though she paid no mind, dusting it off as a rabbit or some other small creature and resumed her little game. Her eyes had been closed in an attempt to make catching the gun more difficult, further lowering her guard, leaving her vurnerable once she'd felt the unwelcome embrace of an unusual, filthy hand upon her mouth as she was forcibly pulled back. Her hand holding her pistol had been grabbed as she kicked and squirmed within her captor's hold. She could not sound words for the hand shielded her mouth, leaving her attempted to pleas to be muffled. However, they'd still been quite close to the shack, giving Mayfire the chance to bang upon the wall of it a few times with her free hand, hoping Bayman would hear the thuds.