Miles away Dawn Sabina was entering her own apartment complex, faded denim jeans clung to her shapely legs, a few tattered holes here and there from years of wear and tear without being replaced by crisp new clothes, designer lable "GLO" worn off a year back and forgotten as the jeans descended into delapidation. A simple black spaghetti strap shirt hugged her lithe frame, mid-section only slightly visable and where physique poked through, firm abs marred by a shimmering navel ring were appearant. A less than enthused look was painted upon her exotic features, full lips pursed tightly together as she kicked a bag of trash in the hallway, mentally noting the fucking slob that left it there would get it once she figured out who it was.<br/><br/>Naturally straight black hair was let loose to cascade freely and unbound over golden shoulders, like sheets of silk complimenting not only her skin tone but her curious yellow eyes as well, orbs hidden 'neath a canopy of void-black lashes. Silver hoop earings hung from her ears and a couple white gold rings adorned her lithe fingers, hand extended to reach out and jam the key into her door, fidgeting with it back and forth before it finally gave way into her swanky apartment. Her place was located on the filthier side of the city, a place where not many people, albeit those of whom were comfortable in the thicker crime-infested spots of the city, would dare to tread lightly, especially a female of her.. physical caliber.<br/><br/>Slamming the door behind her, she dropped the handbag she was carrying into a chair by the entry, flicking on a light and sifting through the mail she'd procured from her neighbors mailbox.. she'd overheard he was getting quite a lucrative sum of money in the mail and ever since had taken the courtesy of checking his box.. for him. A smirk alighted those mischievous lips, lightly glossed and shimmering, as she pulled out a wad of cash.. this followed by a deep chuckle, her voice honey-coated in nature, almost melodic.<br/><br/>"Sucker.." She said to no one, cracking her neck and dissappearing into her room for a moment. The exterior of the apartment gave no inclination as to what was actually inside. Designer couches, chairs, a flatscreen high-def tv that was supported on the wall opposite the couch. A couple extremely expensive paintings from artists who were well known, but not well enough for someone who wasn't an art conesuior to know. How she aquired all of these fashionable items was quite a different story, as the work shirt she discarded was stitched with the name "Papa Johns Pizza." No one working at a pizza place could possibly afford all of this.<br/><br/>Moments later she emerged in a rather risque outfit, long black leather boots accompanying the outfit, climbing up her calves but stopping half-way, not quite reaching her knees because she figured those would be too hookerish. The heel was thin, causing a clicking noise to emit with each carefully placed step she took. It was time to go out, and tonight? She was going to have some real fun.. at the thought of that, an almost sadistic smirk twisted those rose petal lips into a sinister sneer.<br/><br/>"Time to play.." She mused, once again, to no on present as she cracked her knuckles and grabbed her handbag on the way out, making sure to lock the apartment behind her. Where was she headed? A local club. Club Essence. Quite the scene lately and a place where she could go innoticed, like she usually did, until it was time for festivities to begin. Luckily.. her mutation was easily hidden until she decided to transform. Made for loads of fun.<br/><br/>[[outfit is the same as the one on the char sheet]]<br/>(http://i683.photobucket.com/albums/vv192/strudelyhoo/NewChar.jpg)