Woodrow gripped the zipper at the bottom of her new jacket, pulling it up halfway to leave just the upper half of her top undone, the white tank top underneath contrasting against the black of the leather and her skin tone. Kicking her bag out of the way she plopped down on the bed, working on getting on and lacing up the knee-high boots she had mean meaning to try out for a while. All together she was nearly completely decked out in leather, complete with awesome studded belt, some make-up that she awarded herself for on it's level of awesome, and some seriously sweet Bat-Man knives. They were as bad-ass as they looked, because they had been dipped in holy water, blessed, and were silver plated. How did she get a hold of these sweet puppies? We'll just say when it comes to a hunter with weapons to spare she had her ways. With the boots all done up she stood, running a hand through her hair as she looked at the full body mirror in her hotel room, giving herself a once over.
"I look like a biker skank...excellent." At first her tone was almost dismal, but it quickly turned to something of maniacal and she gave herself thumbs up and a wink. She was a person to change her identity was much as the wind changed course, and tonight was no exception. Tonight she was a biker skank! Named Regina. Why was she a biker skank named Regina? Because there had recently been some murders, strange murders, that involved women of this type. She knew a supernatural case when she researched one, so now she was, more or less, setting herself up as bait. Kind of - she didn't actually intend to get nabbed at all. Woody had a gut feeling she'd be running into someone who could take care of whatever was causing this mess - though that wasn't her main objective. It was to get any information at all on how to turn her brother back, and that information best came with hunters. Where do hunters best come? To rescue a damsel from a supernatural disgusting thing, of course!
Besides, with her sixth sense all in tact and what not she was confident the night would go off without a hitch!
Too bad she hung out at the wrong place, talked to the wrong people, got caught off guard, knocked out, and taken to some abandoned 50s theater. She slowly sat up from her place on the floor, her head feeling unusually light, everything around her seeming strange...and was that Coheed and Cambria she heard playing in the destance? Blinking she looked around, appearing to be in the front of the big screen, rows of seats before her and reaching up to the back wall. Everything was covered in cobwebs, dust, and some graffiti. As she turned she almost had the urge to scream, because lying on the ground right next to where she was sitting was...herself. Eyes wide she slowly leaned forward. "Am I....Am I dead again?" After a second she saw herself breathe, the discomfort from being in this situation becoming barely evident on her physical face. If she had any breath in this psychic-astral-out of body state she might have let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, I'm unconscious, so-- mother fucker!" There were bite marks on her neck! Oh dandy, she had somehow been captured by a vampire and it already had a taste of her!
The only thing she could think of was getting some help before the vamp, or worse, the vamp and it's nest, came back to eat her...or turn her! Next thing she knew, she was suddenly standing in the middle of the road, a surprised little yelp escaping her. She had to remind herself she was having another out of body experience, only the second one in her life, so it took some serious getting used to. Now she could see the front of the theater clearly, and the area around it. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on anyone she might be able to call to for help..."Wait...I don't have any friends....shit balls..." Even if she did have friends or someone to contact, who the hell would be able to see or hear her when she was like this?! The sudden blare of headlights brought her out of her thoughts, barely registering that there was a vehicle just a few feet from her and she screamed, jumping to the side. Although if she were in her real body it would have hit her and sent her flying, it instead went right through her. Still scared the crap out of her though.
Hearing brakes she turned her had back to the vehicle, seeing it stop a short distance away. Wait, did someone actually see her? Was she saved? Please, Lord, be someone with guns! A wave of nausea hit her and she found herself falling to her knees, looking down at her hands as her entire body flickered in and out of view. What the hell was happening now?! Looking up, her vision so blurry she couldn't make out a face, only the vague outline of whoever had been driving the vehicle, she screamed for help. Her voiced sounded liked it echoed off of canyon walls, but would they even hear it? She vanished yanked back into her physical body as she was slowly regaining consciousness - though right now the only thing she was even becoming aware of was that she was laying down and parts of her body were in pain.
: open | word count
: plenty | outfit
: decked out in leather
: effin' vamps, but hooray for psy-randomness!