Post by Annabelle Black on Oct 21, 2007 12:24:55 GMT -5
Anna Black walked through the crowded streets of the drunken town. Her hand on the hilt of her scabbard and her free arm was swaying beside her as she walked. She walked with a straight posture, unable to dismiss what she learned as a child, and kept her eyes concentrated on her surroundings. She was noticed by those who weren't too drunk or occupied by other women. She was for the most part ignored but definetly stood out.
She was one of the few women to be wearing breeches. He shirt was mostly covered by the tight leather corset and burgaundy coat that hung to her knees. Her long dark brown curls poured over her shoulders and just barely hung in her face. Anyone could easily see the stern and serious look on her face that showed she was completely uninterested in having any contact with the people she passed. The light from the candles and torches hanging of the buildings lit up her tanning skin. The paleish makeup she wore was able to cover most of the damage the sun had done to her usually light skin. She walked into the lit up tavern, passing a barmaid who was replacing a broken sign that read "Hailey's Finest". She stepped over some fallen men and pushed past the bar fight. She sighed slightly wondering if Hailey would ever stop being the drunken capital of the world. She soon spotted the man she was looking for and smirked, walking straight to the table he was currently sitting at.
"Daniel Burke." She said, pressing her pistol to the back of the man's neck. Her smirk widend as he choked on his rum and turned his head just enough to look at her. "How lovely to see you, sir." She added and pulled the pistol away. Daniel Burke was a big burly man who made the table shake slightly as he stood, giving a loud hearty laugh. He wore huge clothing that could drown Anna if she were to wear them and that looked as if they hadnt been washed since bought. His thick big boots covered his pantleg to his shin. His thick, dark, tangled hair went past his shoulders and bits of it stuck to his thick beard. He was a mess but he hadn't changed much. The only difference was the wrinkles forming around his eyes.
She was one of the few women to be wearing breeches. He shirt was mostly covered by the tight leather corset and burgaundy coat that hung to her knees. Her long dark brown curls poured over her shoulders and just barely hung in her face. Anyone could easily see the stern and serious look on her face that showed she was completely uninterested in having any contact with the people she passed. The light from the candles and torches hanging of the buildings lit up her tanning skin. The paleish makeup she wore was able to cover most of the damage the sun had done to her usually light skin. She walked into the lit up tavern, passing a barmaid who was replacing a broken sign that read "Hailey's Finest". She stepped over some fallen men and pushed past the bar fight. She sighed slightly wondering if Hailey would ever stop being the drunken capital of the world. She soon spotted the man she was looking for and smirked, walking straight to the table he was currently sitting at.
"Daniel Burke." She said, pressing her pistol to the back of the man's neck. Her smirk widend as he choked on his rum and turned his head just enough to look at her. "How lovely to see you, sir." She added and pulled the pistol away. Daniel Burke was a big burly man who made the table shake slightly as he stood, giving a loud hearty laugh. He wore huge clothing that could drown Anna if she were to wear them and that looked as if they hadnt been washed since bought. His thick big boots covered his pantleg to his shin. His thick, dark, tangled hair went past his shoulders and bits of it stuck to his thick beard. He was a mess but he hadn't changed much. The only difference was the wrinkles forming around his eyes.