Jenna stood infront of a window for a closed pawn shop within the city, not far from where the other two offworlders had appeared. She carefully examined her appearance, trying to determine if she needed to fix any aspects of it in order to catch more “prey”. A wry smile, crooked and nearly predatory in manner, crept across her lips as she pressed her hands against her abdomen and touched herself. She released a low purr as she condintued to fondle herself. Thoughts of all those who she had enacted her insaitable vengence upon filled her mind as she straightened out her clothing and tightened it in order to make herself even more desirable.
Finally, she moved her attention to the black metalic claws that adorned her hands. The design had originally been conceived by the closest thing that she knew as a friend in the old days. They were a clawed set of weapons that worked just as well as her hands and gave her the power that her caretaker had, or at the very least, a glimmer of the savage stregnth that was wielded in order to slash down creatures three times larger than her gaurdian. Yes, all that these weapons gave her were claws, a series of knives that allow her to smoothly strike out at others, but never granted her the stregnth she had desired as a youth. However, these claws had come with a price. They were shackles as much as they were a gift, for her nerves had been damaged by the first attempt at giving her the skin-tight mechanics. False nerves ran through them, but she could not replicate the feelings in her own skin. So, she needed to wear the gloves in order to properly use her hands.
Nonetheless, she caressed the gloves for a moment then readjusted them, twisting them from side to side in order to give them a more comforatble fit. She then wiggled her fingers, extended them in and out for a bit to test how well they moved. Once pleased with the feel in her hands, she let them drop to her sides, however her fingers did not stop moving. She clicked the metalic claws together, making a music that only she liked. Of course, all others that she had encountered to date had proclaimed her clicking noises immensely annoying and distracting. So if they were distracted, they would fail to pay close attention to her activities. Yes, that worked perfectly with her plans.
The woman took a few more seconds to examine her black leather outfit, which was composed of solely a leather coat, a leather brasier, extremely short leather shorts, halters for the guns that always accompanied her sides, and her knee-high boots. With a small nod, she approved of her appearance then turned to head on her way.
At that moment, she noticed a strange pair in the street not far away from her. One was a tall man with silver hair of the sort that she had never seen before, not even old, decrepit men had hair that color. Then, there was a younger girl with brown hair and strange eyes.
Jenna noarrowed her eyes, judging them and mentally determining if they would provide her much fun. After another moment, she snorted and sneered.
“No, not worth my time. Nor worth a dime. Best to find another pasttime.. Yes, back to my original plan,” She softly licked her lips. Barely noticing how her words rhymed, nor caring.
She norted once more then turned around so that she could head to the nearest nightclub. There, she would find someone who would prove fun to play with. Yes, they always welcomed death in those sort of locations. Who was she to deny them their invitation?