As six cars, single file, screeched to a smoking stop a small stocky figure from across the street watched as the six drivers emerged from their multi-coloured vehicles. Watched as they pounded up the rickety steps of a rather worn looking house along the street. Watched as the screen door slammed shut behind them and listened as the pounding, penetrating beat of metallic music penetrated walls.
It was the usual gang after the street races, the same lot of people that partied at the Toretto's place. Loose girls, drunk guys, young blood seeking for entertainment in devoid lives. In lives that had lost so little meaning that they sought for anything to make them feel. Drugs, sex, murder, whatever made them come alive.
Curious eyes watched this all with growing understanding, and no little contempt. But it was more the curiousty that pulled that small figure out from the shadows, it was interest that compelled, intrigue that demanded.
A murmur of surprise started up from those nearby (and still coherent) as the screen door creaked open and slammed shut. Not so much at the noises the door made, but by the shape that entered through it.
A short form, swathed in a dark array of colours ranging from deep chocolate to charcoal black had walked sedately into the entryway of the Toretto house.
It was a girl with white translucent skin that contrasted sharply with the dark tans of the others around her. The initial shock however was the eyes, large half-moon shaped eyes almost oriental looking, set in a pale round face angled sharply by high cheekbones and prominent points of chin, nose, and ears. Dark hair, in natural waves of auburn and brown, poured over shoulders to end nearly waist length. The girl was small, just nearly reaching the height of five feet. Her arms and legs however were portioned in an active body, a physical one made for motion. The overall appearance was a conflicting one, at first sight the girl appeared to be young. Quite young, in the later half of her teens. But on a moments consideration the age estimate soared higher, until it became almost impossible to guess age without becoming entirely disoriented.
A small smile, as if a remnant of some past amusement, curved full lips upwards and a round angled face tilted sideways in an almost questioning pose. The heavy beats of metal stopped abruptly as a pierced and tattooed man in the back looked up from the electric guitar he'd been fondling.
A large man, in his mid-twenties with a shaved head and stoic expression stepped forward out of the tangle of bodies, some still unconsciously gyrating to non-apparent music. A raven-headed girl with a dark expression moved out beside him, arms crossed over chest.
The stranger was motionless as the people slowly formed a circle around her. The awkward silence that had set in so suddenly and without any predictability was broken by a rough snort from someone to the right of the girl.
"Who the hell is this?"