Hell0NHighWater
Queen of Hell
Her eyes were intense as they flickered from the stranger to the bartender. Unlike the rest of her, they weren't at all expressive, they were cold, like ice. While most blue eyes were captivating, her frozen irises usually negated any feelings of enthrallment. Every tendril of various shades of incandescent striking white-blue finally rested on the man sitting at the bar next to her, a light frown tugging on her lips barely hidden from the shadow of her hat.
Why would all these people focus on going after one man?
Credits. Obviously. Probably. Or maybe the guy had pissed one too many people off. Either way, the fella seemed to have a lot of heat coming his way and she wondered abstractly just how decent the pay was to gather this crowd. Not that she really needed the credits at the moment, but it was always nice to have.
"Must be one hell of a smooth operator to attract such a following." She replied, slowing her drawl just slightly as if thinking through her words as they fell from her lips.
Gwen analyzed the man more openly, not quite sure how to peg him.
"Is that what you're here for as well? Just another bounty-hunter groupie lookin' to kill some sob for the creds?" She leaned an arm back against the bar, tipping her hat back just enough to lessen the shadows cast on her face as she watched him. Up close it would have been easy to tell she was female, the soft lines of her features gave it away and pieces of her strawberry blonde hair hung from the inside of the hat, teasing at its true length. Then again, it wasn't as if she were trying to hide it...taking on a more masculine appearance in her line of work proved to be less of a headache then strutting around in a corset that promised to never allow her to take a deep breath again.
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Communicating with: the heavily armored mystery man capMARVELOUS
Mentioned: N/A
Why would all these people focus on going after one man?
Credits. Obviously. Probably. Or maybe the guy had pissed one too many people off. Either way, the fella seemed to have a lot of heat coming his way and she wondered abstractly just how decent the pay was to gather this crowd. Not that she really needed the credits at the moment, but it was always nice to have.
"Must be one hell of a smooth operator to attract such a following." She replied, slowing her drawl just slightly as if thinking through her words as they fell from her lips.
Gwen analyzed the man more openly, not quite sure how to peg him.
"Is that what you're here for as well? Just another bounty-hunter groupie lookin' to kill some sob for the creds?" She leaned an arm back against the bar, tipping her hat back just enough to lessen the shadows cast on her face as she watched him. Up close it would have been easy to tell she was female, the soft lines of her features gave it away and pieces of her strawberry blonde hair hung from the inside of the hat, teasing at its true length. Then again, it wasn't as if she were trying to hide it...taking on a more masculine appearance in her line of work proved to be less of a headache then strutting around in a corset that promised to never allow her to take a deep breath again.
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Communicating with: the heavily armored mystery man capMARVELOUS
Mentioned: N/A