05-02-2014, 04:21 AM
Rayna, that was her name though how she could have forgotten something so basic as her name was for another time, briefly glanced up to see a set of soulless eyes of the serving wench staring at her, the empty smile asking her what she'd. Murmuring her request for a glass and a bottle of the strongest drink and a meal, then a room for later. Blank green eyes glanced around, though zeroed in on the pair that had been arguing in front of the door as they moved to a table nearby hers. Ignoring them in favor of the bottle of aged alcohol, the glass and her food; beautifully seasoned pork steaks, buttered and herbed veggies with the additional side of creamy pasta. Pouring herself a decent shot, she downed it easily in one gulp before pouring another.
Lifting pale hands up, she untied the laces to her cloak, pushing back and the hood and the main body of fabric to rest against the back of the chair. Suppressing the small shiver as the cool air brushed against her exposed shoulders, Rayna stared as the male had disappeared and the female moved to her table. Some part of her, before that, probably would have been irked but still polite to the other until she determined what the other woman wanted, but she was no longer that person. Spearing a couple vegetables, she lifted the fork to her mouth and chewed the pieces carefully before swallowing and gulping down the burning alcohol again. Why did she come here? Oh right. "...Death." Was her quiet response, deadened emerald eyes staring not just at the table, but down at her own bandaged form. Two inches below her elbows up to her shoulders on both arms, surrounding her neck and down her chest under the thin strapped pink dress she wore. Quickly reaching for the drink, she downed another shot, her eyes closing as she tried to drown out the memories, the screams, that raised to the surface.
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