Here kitty, kitty
WHO: Psylocke and Riddick (if the muses cooperate ^^). WHAT: Hunting, fighting, flirting. WHEN: Late night. WHERE: Outskirts of Hollywood. RATING: R (language, and who knows what with Psy's dirty mind). STATUS: In progress...
Since arriving in California, Elisabeth had successfully invested in a new wardrobe, chock full of corsets and skirts. Really, could anything less be expected of the mutant? Staying with Jubilee had been something close to home, but she felt like a burden and thus was semi-house hunting and just plain hunting; though for what she'd yet to decide. There was plenty for taking - boys, drugs, nasty little creatures, and yet she found herself uncharacteristically undecided.
Donning one of her new tops and slate coloured jeans, the plum haired woman walked with confidence along the sidewalk, peeking down alleyways for potential victims. Course, they assumed she'd make a perfect victim, but Psylocke had plenty of tricks up her sleeve. Psionic dagger here, uppper cut there. She had wanted to bring her katana, but knew it would look far too obvious and thus opted to leave it behind.
If she had any inkling that she was being followed, Elisabeth never once let on.