Post by KLIEN LIVESSAY on Jul 1, 2011 19:42:45 GMT -5
Klien Livessay sat quietly in the corner of the Outpost, humming lightly to herself. Her bright purple hair hung in waves over her shoulder, half hiding her face, but her eyes remained focused toward the table top. Her hands worked along the edges of her revolver, cleaning the nooks and crannies with patient precision. She had peeled off a pair of gloves and set them in a pile off to the side on the table top; unbuttoned her jacket, revealing milky shoulders, and hung it over the back of her chair; and ordered a glass of water on a perfect napkin square. The sunlight revealed little more than the normal flecks floating in the water.
Although she was Black Collar and the locals eyed her patiently caring for her weapon and cleaning it, she had kept her peace for near an hour and so, they kept theirs. No one wanted trouble, not even Klien. That was why she had chosen the Outpost as her momentary hideaway. If anyone sought to spike her head on a stick for revenge, they would have the unspoken law of the Lawless to deal with before they got to her. Sometimes, it was better to sit out in the open, where everyone knew who you were, so to speak.
It was a hot and quiet afternoon in Lawless, too hot for anyone to have been out in the sun, and yet, Klien had walked in off the street with the look of someone just finishing work for the day. One at a time, she had removed and cleaned the bullets from their chambers; each clinked a she set it down in a line beside the gloves. If one looked, there were five bullets instead of six, the white gloves were stained with flecks of dark, dried blood, and her hair struggled against the waves, sticking to the lady's shimmer and the dark stain of lipstick.
The body rested in a mangled heap just outside the city bounds where she had run into him. A steel pipe pinned him to a dark patch of earth stained with his own blood. His skull had caved inward easily after the first initial hole between his eyes. Just outside the city limits. They could not complain, but they watched her, working quietly.
tags: everett [ everett ! ] & open [ anyone! ]
word count: 364
notes: you are allowed to slap me for how long it took to get this up. hope you don't mind that i left it open; threads tend to be more fun with surprises :]
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