Post by Kurosaki on Nov 10, 2014 23:06:05 GMT -5
White flip-flops made repetitive smacking noises as their owner walked down the paved street briskly, observing their surroundings with a pair of inquisitive brown eyes. Other eyes were pulled toward her in the crowd, however, that went unnoticed by the woman as she moved. They were perhaps a little skeevy in origin too since her outfit was much more revealing than was what was typical of this fair city which was unbeknownst to the cheerful lady. In fact, typically just a light green tank-top with a pair of short-shorts was not all that provocative even if they did reveal her long, thin legs.
What her information gathering had done for her, however, was make her aware of just where she was on the Cuidadela Queendom (that's name was a mouthful).
"This place is rumored to just be filled with would-be pirates and a lot of them still come back here too for supplies because they consider it more of a safe harbor. Well, too bad I'll have to burst their little bubble there," she mused to herself, a thin finger tapping her pink lips as she bent forward and observed a window of a shop that was filled with all sorts of unique wares. To conceal her own weapons, she was carrying a tote bag but the strap was digging really hard into her shoulder so that backpack in the window was tempting... But it was red. That color definitely didn't match the theme she had going!
Debating whether or not to go inside to see if they had other colors, she reasoned that she could save a few bucks and dismissed the idea, turning on her heel despite the difficulty that was to pull off with flip-flops, and continued on her way. She got a ways before she spotted a bench and sat down to crowd watch.
This was honestly the perfect way to go about her job. Just observing the people was enough to lead her straight to a lot of her marks that she had gotten in the past. Though her career was mostly just keeping at a consistent pace, her tried and true methods were ones that she could not dismiss. One day, if she decided to go after the bigger sharks maybe she would try something different.
For now, she took out a thin notebook that she had in her carry bag and flipped through its pages casually while still looking up often enough to get good glances at the faces of those that passed. It was early morning so a lot of people were just now getting to work and moving around so it was the perfect time of the day for this. On her lap was the notebook that she prized so heavily. She flipped a page, checking it against someone who passed with a critical eye at first but noted that the nose shape was completely wrong to be the person in the wanted poster. Not to mention, the would-be pirate was yanking around a bratty looking five year-old girl in pigtails that was fussing about... Something?
"Definitely not pirate material," she noted to herself before leaning back further on her seat and allowing herself to feel relaxed for a moment. Besides her weapons in her bag, she had a hefty sum of beri from the last pirate she had turned in. He had been a real scumbag too. Wanted for murdering a few of his crew mates in particular since they were, by his own words, "worse than a sloth" at scrubbing the deck like was in their job description, the forty-year old balding pirate hadn't gone down without a massive fight at the end. If she pulled up her tank-top, the evidence of that would be easy to see in the form of a giant bruise on her abdomen.
Even now it still smarted if she moved wrong despite having been struck there almost a week prior. That taught her to lower her guard for even one second though. Then again, she would have normally been able to dodge such a punch but her hands had been pinned back by one of the pirate's lackeys. Because the underling was not a wanted pirate at the time, she had actually let him flee once the tables had turned, but only after she had shot him in the leg with her gun just to make sure that he didn't forget about her. After that, she had found that she considered them both even.
Opening her mouth and raising a hand to stifle a yawn, Lexi Hartings realized as she broke out of her memories that she had not gotten much rest the night before. The little inn there in Atzintli was nice and all but the bed were almost the equivalent of sleeping on a rock with another smaller rock sticking into your back. At least, she was sure that what had been embedding its way into her back the night prior had been a spring. If it did it again though she was going to rip her way into the mattress and yank the stupid thing out.
Even as she pinched herself to keep up her alertness and sat straighter on the white bench, the bounty hunter's eyelids had become heavier and heavier still almost as though increasingly heavy weights were being tied to them. Finally her eyelids slammed shut and her head lulled backwards.