don't forget the bait, [eli/storm]

a hand ran through her hair finding herself standing in-front of her dresser, trying to figure out what she wanted to wear. she knew the location of where she was going to have get ready for, but she was having a bit of a girl moment of 'i can't find anything to wear'. the top row of her teeth ran across her moist bottom lip, and pulled out out a few drawers and finished drying off of petite body. she slipped on a pair of black silk bikini style panties along with a matching bra. glancing around her room to make sure that her curtains were closed and her bedroom was shut and barricaded. nothing has happened to her in the white household, but being a foster kid in a house filled with other foster children it got a little cruel in the prank department. she turned on her heels and made her way towards her closet and opened it, revealing her extensive line of clothing she had purchased for both of her roles in her lifestyle. she started nibbling her bottom lip again, deciding on a black dress with a design on the front and slipped on a pair of black heels, she pulled out her make up and fixed it up and mostly just taking care of her eyes and giving her lips a little color.

her journey to her destination wasn't very long, newport beach tended to be a smaller town compared to other towns in the world. she could hear the clicking noise of her heels mixed between the everyday noise in the the streets. a roaring sound of a vehicle ran by her, it was familiar and yet unfamiliar to her. she had spent so much time at different street races, she could recognized regulars engines when they didn't modify their vehicles more and kept them the same. she made sure that she looked sexy, yet classy before continuing walking towards the vehicles. she enjoyed going there, since they didn't bother checking identification since they stayed under the radar; doing illegal things were their thing, apparently.

when she got there, her eyes scanned the area arriving at the side of the vehicles types. she walked up to the area were a keg was located and got the male figure to give her a red solo cup, this was one of the reserved races. the hard liquor was there when the more serious races were happening. she lifted it to her mouth and took a sip. she was always prepared to protect herself with an old hand-me down knife, given to her by a lady that looked like she was trouble; however, she was only five years old at the time. the older woman had told her that it had belonged to one of her older brothers, and that she shouldn't go meddling for answers. that was the last time she saw her, she had a difficult time knowing the fact that she was abandoned and cut off from her bloodline. she wasn't sure what she was suppose to become and what she did was a natural thing for her. she knew that her last name was just something that her biological mother scribbled down on a piece of paper, while she was drugged on whatever they gave her to deal with something. she spent a lot of time running her fingers across the carved engraving of her brother's name vetis. she had it with her, lodged in her bra while she walked around the vehicles until she found a spot to lean against the wall and sip on her drink.