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Starlette

One shot, that's all I need

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a character in “Gravemakers n' Gunslingers”, as played by TeenyAnn

Description

Starlette can seem a bit rough around the edges at first. When her wild blonde hair isn't tamed into some sort of ponytail, it's curls tend to overtake her head, which is why she keeps it in a ponytail most of the time. She stands at a intimidating five foot three inches, five foot five with her boots and spurs on. A woman never reveals her secrets, which includes weight, but she will allow you to know that it's somewhere between 100 and 130, go anything above that and you'll find your face to the ground with a boot making a nice indentation into your cheek. Her skin is tanned from long exposure to the sun, and her green eyes are said to be one of her most marking features. Often looked down on (literally) because of her small stature, Star is a slim build with lean muscle. And you best not be askin' about her breast size or nothin'. That's none-ya.

Sure, the girl's got scars, but nothin' to fret over, same as everybody else. She simply looks at each scar as a story of growth or perseverance, heck, she's still alive, ain't she?

Personality

Now, now, Star here has a personality to be reckoned with. She's a girl who knows what she wants and won't stop at nothin' to get it. Her past is muddled, but for sure she's been around the roughest of 'em and knows how to get herself out of a tight situation. She's not the typical damsel in distress and doesn't take well to those playboy types. She's seen 'em come and go and knows the game, but heck, if she can get something out of it, she knows how to play too. We all got something in our past that defines us, right? Well Star likes to think otherwise, wanting to forget about the past and live in the now, she takes it one day at a time. But what she may not even realize is that running from the past may be the very thing that defines her. Never liking to give more than a first name, she won't trust anyone as far as she could throw 'em. She's learned better than to trust the kindness of strangers and has been a bit of a nomad, not staying in the same place for too long. What truly makes Star happy is a long day in the sun, either finding some random sort of labor job, or meandering around whatever area she may be squatting in, and than long comfortable nights where she doesn't have to answer to anyone. She's alone, she's learned how to live alone, and she doesn't mind it anymore. Or does she?

Equipment

Well, see, throughout the years Star has gathered a mixture of things that suit her fancy, and even though they haven't always fit right, or been easy to use, she thinks she's found a mix that's works for her just fine. Atop her crazy locks she wears a Sala Outback Cowboy style hat in a dark chocolate like color. Around her neck she wears an emerald green bandana with a silver rose pin pinned and tucked safely away. She's been told it makes her green eyes pop, especially when her eyes are all big and scary when she's about to shoot someone, she likes that idea. She's no fool, either, she wears bulletproof protection underneath her khaki colored button down, it may not be the fanciest of under armor, but it helps. A thick, dark brown belt holds up a pair of army green shorts and is home to her gun holster, tucked securely on her right side. She also sometimes wears a brown cutoff jacket when she's not using it for shade or as a pillow. Her feet are covered in dark brown skinny boots and her hands covered by brown fingerless gloves. All apparel (supposedly) from Gunslinger Gear.

How ever does Star defend herself?

Colt Single Action Army Revolver that she inherited from her Granpap.
One short blade, Man's Worst Friend make

History

What's there that needs to be known about Starlette?
Times are tough, and when it is, a girl has to learn to be tough. I'm not going to tell you that she didn't want to be girly, when she was young all she wanted to do was wear dresses and have her hair done. She dreamed of some young man coming to her rescue to take her off to a land full of wealth and happiness. But dreams can die, and when they do, they die hard. She was introduced to the reality of the world at a young age, a far too young age. Momma had a never-ending case of the shakes, and Poppa sometimes said weird things, and it was never a good idea to be alone with him when he was drinkin'. Tommy, her older brother, had gone up and run away, after promising to come back for her as soon as he had some money.

Momma would sometimes sway around the dining room table humming a scratchy version of a lullaby she used to sing to Star. Then Pop would come home from a long day and grab his bottles. It was the same almost everyday. After a few bad incidents, Star learned to be far away from home before Poppa got there. He never hurt Momma, said she was too sick to deal with, so Star felt okay leaving her alone with him. Star knew Poppa didn't mean to do the things he did, he was just sick.

Every once and a while Granpap would come and visit and those were the happiest times for Star. He was a gentleman and treated her like a princess. He could never stay for too long, but whenever he did, Poppa never got angry or said mean words, so Star was happy.

Tommy never came and Star grew into a young lady, but she was far from a lady. She had to learn how to take care of herself and her Momma so she learned the art of pickpocketing and simple burglary. She didn't mind the way she was living, sure it wasn't the fairytale she wanted as a girl, but she was getting by and she was taking care of her Momma. She couldn't just abandon Momma. It wasn't until her Granpap died and her mother had taken to staying in bed all day that Star got the itch to leave. She had learned Granpappy died when she received a small package. It was wrapped in burlap and tied with twine. When she opened it Granpap's Colt Revolver slid into her hands, the cool metal reminding her of shooting practice in the backyard. Tied around the barrel was a note that read "If the bastard comes near ya, don't be afraid to put a bullet between his eyes.". Poppa was still violent and still said mean words, but Star had learned how to say mean words back. This resulted in more bruises and cuts, but Poppa staggered a bit more now, and Star liked to believe she hurt him.
It was on the morning Star had gone to check on Momma, only to find her cold with a cocktail beside the bed that Star had nothing left. She had no reason to stay, so she didn't. Packing what she could, she set off down the road and didn't look back. She made the rules now, no matter if she had no place to lay her head. There would be no happy ending there. To hell with princes. To hell with Poppa. To hell with home.

So begins...

Starlette's Story

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White teeth.

The man sitting in front of Starlette had the whitest teeth she had ever seen. And they were directed towards her as her leered at her from across the table. His hair was slicked back, and his suit looked freshly pressed, certainly on the higher end of life, however high that was. They sat in a private booth in a local resting station near the edge of town. People of all sorts came here for a moments peace on their travels. It offered various types of food and lodging upstairs. It wasn't a bar, and the staff was pretty strict on the guests they catered to, they didn't need anymore trouble than was usual. The man simply watched her as she thumbed her way through a small stack of bills. Her eyes shifted from the pile to him as she licked her thumb to count out another bill. Her legs were crossed under the table and her foot swung out of pure irritation. He was leaned into the table, his head on one hand while the other lazily traced circles on the table. With a heavy breath she let the stack of bills fall on the table with a soft thump.

"You're short. Where's the rest?" She glared at him tipping back her hat so that her eyes were in clear view. She leaned back and folded her arms across her chest, her fingers delicately rested against the holster for her gun. "We settled on a price, and this ain't it."

"You also promised that you would get it without getting caught. But if I've heard correctly, there's been rumor of a thief around here. Some sort of mishap at an estate last night." He still wore the smile and mirrored her posture looking her up and down. "You didn't hold your end of the bargain."

Her eyes widened and she shifted so that her elbow rested against the table a finger pointed in the man's direction. "You didn't tell me they'd be having some sort of shin-dig with practically every high brow within 30 miles around. I'm sorry if me, in my attire, caused suspicion for some." Her nostrils flared as she pounded her fist on the table. "I got out and got your precious jewelry, you owe me the rest."

The smile slowly faded from the man's face and he leaned in, his eyes cold. "Listen here, you little bitch, if you think you can talk to me that way, I'll take it all back. Who do you think you are? You're just some filthy little thief that I pulled off the street." His mouth cocked into a crooked grin. "What power do you have over the situation? Go to the authorities? Who would believe your word over mine?" He lifted his arms behind his head. "Face it, sweet cheeks, you ain't got no credibility here, I'd plant the evidence on you faster than you could blink and then you'd find your pretty little self sitting in prison, is that what you want?"

Star held her firm glare, watching his eyes light up. She knew better than to go toe-to-toe with someone in his place. Even if she was innocent, they'd pin everything on her faster than the ink would dry on a newspaper. She knew her reputation wasn't the greatest, and neither was his, but he had enough money to sweep that kind of stuff under the rug. He would come out of the situation looking shiny and innocent, she wouldn't have any hope. She swept the stack of bills off the table and stood up in a swift motion.

"You son of a bitch, you'd better watch your back if you ever find yourself alone on the streets." She didn't look at him as she made a move to walk away from the booth.

His hand darted out to catch her arm and he jerked her to face the table again. She glared from his hand to his face and felt her insides shudder from the look he was giving her.

"Now, if you really want that money, I could think of another way..." His hand began it's ascent up her arm, but before it could reach her elbow he felt a blow to the back of the head and found himself staring at the wood texture of the table as his nose smashed into it. Next thing he felt was the cold metal of a barrel pressed to the back of his head and a pressure on his back.

She held his arm with one hand, cocked behind his back while the other held her revolver firm against the back of his head. Her knee crushed into his back as she pulled on his arm. "You think you're allowed to touch me, pretty boy. How fast would you like a bullet hole between your eyes, because I can make it happen right now." She leaned in towards his ear. "I will kill you, if you ever, ever come near me again." She whispered. She heard the swish of a door open and managed a glance behind her at the owner staring her way with his hands on his hips. She shrugged as an apology and made a moved to let him go. He muttered something and she pulled him away from the table. "Shut up!" She growled before driving his head into the table. "God damn pervert."

She readjusted her jacket and hat and nodded to the innkeeper. Throwing a couple of bills his way she made her way out of the doors. She knew she caused him more trouble than he deserved, but he had been kind when she first came into Roram and offered a place for her to stay for one night, even though at the time she didn't have the money. She took a liking to the old man and found ways to stay around. She knew better than to take advantage of his kindness, and only stayed in his rooms when she had the money. But, he was loyal and she knew he'd take care of the mess she left inside. Stepping out the doors the sun hit her eyes and she squinted at the scene in front of her.

'Damn, I really needed that money.' She should have known better than to trust the likes of him, but he had promised a large amount for what seemed like an easy job so she had agreed. Now, she was short some money, and would probably have to lay low for the next week or so.

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With a heavy sigh Starlette made her way across the street to an alley way that ended in a fence. She rapped her knuckles three times on the dark wood and took a step back. A couple of board in the fence shifted to the side and a pair of red eyes, with a haggard face and grey beard to go with them met her in the gap.

"What's the password?" The man asked, his mouth cracking open to reveal most teeth in the front of his mouth missing.

"Cut the crap, Muller. You know who I am." The old man cackled and slid a few more of the fence boards aside and Star stepped in. Behind the fence the alley way continued for a few blocks, and here vendors set up with valuables that wouldn't be considered appropriate on the main streets. Here one would be able to pick up weapons, drugs from every corner of Pandorum, hookers and a quick lunch all within five feet from each other, and sometimes combined shops. Although, Star thought the idea of a laundromat and strip joint was hilarious, it could be found. You didn't get in here without knowing someone, which made it great for trading. Here, Star knew each vendor would be out to get her, but she knew how to haggle just as well as they did. She also knew the best places to get the best and most accurate gossip.

Her life revolved around gossip, mostly. Whose moved into town, who has the most loot, where the loot is kept, if there are any weaknesses in their fortitude, things like that. She wouldn't consider herself a thief, she never took more than she needed, and she definitely didn't steal to make a posh life for herself. No, she stole to survive and no one could fault her for that, right? Plus she only stole from people who had excess amount of goods. She remembers her mother once telling her of an ancient fairy tale of a guy named "Robin Hood". Something in the story about how the main character would steal from rich people, like monarch and nobles, and then in turn give that wealth to the peasants who needed it most. She liked to think of herself in a ways as a Robin Hood. Only, the needy peasant was her. It turned out alright for Robin Hood, right?

She shuffled her way through the busy alleyway and found herself in front of a food stand. Different goods from all over were on display and a small woman manned the weighing station behind it all. At the moment the woman was arguing with a young man about the price of onions.

"Listen here, boy. If you think you'll be finding any better price than right here, then git! I have other customers to attend to." She wiped her hands on her dirty apron and pointed a bony finger at the kid. "I won't be made a fool of or accused of anything I ain't doin'. Cross me, kid, and I'll make sure Sonny takes care of you." With that she gestured behind her to a large mass of a man who sat in the shadows of the corner. He wore an apron identical to the old woman's but it was covered in blood as he was preparing the meat. He moved slow and didn't lift his head from his work. Star knew it was all a facade, the giant was actually a big teddy bear who was too slow to hurt anyone really, no it was Gerdie, old woman as she may be, who you should be afraid of. The woman was ruthless, Star had witnessed her curb-stomp a kid because he had tried to take off without paying for an apple. Star learned from that day to stay on Gerdie's friendly side, she was a force to be reckoned with. But, Sonny's appearance was what Gerdie relied on to initially scare away any problems. It worked on the gentleman as he backed away with wide eyes and quickly was lost in the crowd.

Before Gerdie could look up again Star slammed a bill on the table. "I'll be needing some rations for the week. What can you give me?" She smiled at the woman, she was trying her best to seem sincere, but Star couldn't trust Gerdie completely, and vice versa. They were as friendly as they needed to be with one another.

"Listen here, girly. I think you're taking advantage of me here." She spoke with a light tone, but Star noted how her eyes narrowed as she set off to make a box of food.

"Why, Gerd, you offend me by thinking so." She feigned innocence and plastered on a big smile. "Why would you ever say that, you know how hard it is for me." She tried to look hurt, but her back was a little too rigid.

Gerdie stopped and looked her way, searching her up and down. "Well, I be hearing tell that a few shindigs been robbed. Heard rumor of a little curly haired girl roamin' around these places, too." Gerdie continued to pack a box for her. "But of course, I'm sure you ain't heard nothin' about the subject." She had her back turned to Star.

Star pulled on her pigtail and leaned against the table. "Not a word, Gerdie."

"Quit tryin' to pull the wool over my eyes, girl." Gerdie slammed the box on the table, Star jumped a step back her hand immediately on her pistol. "If you start thinking I'm a fool, I'll have to take drastic measure to make you understand that I'm not. You and I had a deal, I got you in here, and whatever you get because of that, I get a cut." She picked up larges pieces of meat that Sonny had cut and slammed them on the table. "If you're doing jobs under the table without my knowing, I will find out." She grabbed a meat cleaver and drove it hard into the slab of meat. "Don't screw with me, honey." She finished quartering out the meat and threw a piece into Star's box. With a heavy breath Gerdie looked back up at her, a grandmotherly like smile on her face. She slowly reached out with her now greasy and bloodied hand and smacked Star lightly on the cheek. "Don't go making trouble for us, now." And with that she turned and continued cutting the meat.

Star hefted the box in her arms and turned away from the stall. She heaved a breath and shook out the nervous feeling. She had known better than to not tell Gerdie about the jobs she had been pulling, but she really needed the money for herself, and she had been working on her own for some time now, Gerdie hadn't gotten her any jobs in the past year. But still, she knew Gerd meant business so she just had one more person to keep away from. She moved on to a bar that rested itself between two lodgings, it was often busy but Star had gotten to know the people there so they had a room for her when she could pay.

She found Trip, one of the bartenders and handed him a few bills. "Hey, I'll be needing a room for a couple of nights." He nodded in return and slid a shot glass her way.

"You heard about the incoming traffic?" He asked while mixing a drink for another customer. She shook her head after downing the shot. "I heard there be a whole mess of different people 'round these parts. Some of them real wealthy, and traveling like it too." He shrugged his shoulder and stopped in front of her. "Might be a good opportunity for anyone whose willing to take a look into it."

She nodded towards him and stepped away from the bar. "Sounds like it. These visitors should know what town they're coming into." She hoisted the box on her shoulder and made her way up the stairs. Sounded like she may have an opportunity to grab some of that money after all.

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The narrow hallways of the inn were crusted and dark and among the creaking of the walls settling, there were also the sounds of humans in the natural acts of sin that one wouldn't tell their mother back home about. Star had watched innocent boys with bright curious eyes come in places like these only to leave with a cloud over their head and a dark ring around their eyes. And yet, they always came back for more. Like the most basic of drugs it left a small desire for something better, for more, and it always promised to get better each time you returned, but it never delivered. She would watch from the dark corners as men came in, searching a small instant of relief, of enjoyment only to be met with disappointment. The ladies were no better, they put up tough fronts and never talked about just what their lives amounted to, but they didn't need to tell Star. She could see the same emptiness in their eyes that she used to see in Momma's. The sickness may not have taken over their bodies like it had taken over Momma's, but it was still there.

Star blocked out the sounds as she made her way down the hallway to her door. It was small and narrow and opened up to a small and narrow room. A single bed sat in the far left corner and a shanty looking mirror with a small sink below it. A cracked window served as the only source of light in the room except for a small lantern that hung near the bed. It wasn't much, but it was more than Star had a lot of the time. She placed her box of food on the floor and kicked her boots off throwing herself onto the bed. The sheets smelled washed, but they looked far from clean. She didn't care, she still nestled in the pillows a sighed out of relief. She could hear the ramble of the alleyway downstairs, in an odd way she felt safer here than most places. Sure, the filthiest, sketchiest and most down trodden may walk the streets, but here she felt a sense of stability. For the most part, people kept to themselves and had their own agenda, no need to cause trouble between two people in the same place, even if that place was low. The people she met here she considered the closest to friends that she had. Even then she knew not to trust them with her life.

She laid on her back and stared at the chipping paint on the ceiling. At one point someone had thought this room would look great in the color scheme of reds and yellows. It reminded her of a cheesy Parisian styled boutique, and was once probably kept well, but the time for the upkeep of appearances was long gone and now this was considered comfortable. It reminded her of the time when she was real young, and Momma was feeling well enough, the family took a trip to a local town that hosted plenty of saloons and hotels. It was Momma's birthday and she had saved up enough to take the family out for a night. Poppa spent his time in the saloons, but Momma had planned a surprise meal near a pond there and they spent the night in a fancy looking hotel. Chandeliers glistened and the floor was a rich red color. That was the closest Star had ever gotten to feeling like a princess, that maybe just maybe if she could keep this memory, she'd be able to live in this moment from time to time. She closed her eyes and relied on that time. She remembered Momma's laugh, how she had picked Star up and swung her around the room as they lived in a small moments that was there's. Tommy had been there too and had his first taste of alcohol. Momma had to carry him back to the room because he was too tipsy to walk straight, at least that's what he said. Even though it was years ago, Star could remember every detail, the smells, tastes, sounds, it was her happiest memory. She remembered falling asleep that night in Momma's arms, warm and safe. Stars eyes shot open and she looked once more around the room. All she could smell now was mildew, the sounds were not to her liking and the sight was far from agreeable.

She heard something slide across the floor and looked down to see a file had been slid under the door. She sat up and leaned as far as she could without leaving the bed to grab it. Inside the folder was some information about the recent visitors to be around. She also stayed here because she knew she had allies. Well, she guessed she had time to study a little. She opened up the first packet in the folder and was greeted with basic information and pictures taken from around the town. She grabbed an apple out of her box and took a small bite. Nothing was ever secret in Roram, somebody always knew your business, literally.

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Star was halfway through her folder when she noticed it was becoming harder to see because of the diminishing light outside. It wasn't necessarily because of the time, but because the smog over the city could become so thick, that sometimes you couldn't tell dawn from dusk. She stretched upwards to switch the lantern on and fell back into the bed. She pulled the tie in her hair loose and let her unruly curls free. They framed her face in a crazy fashion as she held papers above her while she lay on her back.

What a cast of characters that were making themselves known lately. She smirked as she thumbed through different photos. There were the usual, the drifters and seekers who came here to find stability only to leave with less sense of sanity than they came with. Some rich folk, toting their fancy suits and dresses and holding themselves up in the fanciest of saloons. Star squinted at a picture that looked like it was taken right off the main road, from an apartment room across from Shayne's inn. A man stood amongst a group of lackeys that were toting about a large amount of supplies. She made a light tick on the papers, this guy would be one to look out for. He was traveling heavy, which meant he was more likely to not notice a couple items missing. It would be important to look out for the buffoons, they would be loyal and troublesome, but Star had seen worse. She turned the photo over and in quick hasty writing the words "Family money" had been mark down in light pencil. Star's eyebrow notched up slightly and she tucked the photo back into her folder. It wasn't all folders, there were some writings, basic gossip words and clippings from reports that may attract travelers to Roram. Star always liked keeping on top of these things, because even though she didn't consider it a permanent position, swindling was one of her fortes, and tourists were suckers.

A quick rapping on the door stirred Star from her musings and she sat straight up her hand on her gun. "Who's there?" The shadow on the other side of the door shifted a bit.

"Star, it's me..." Trip cleared his throat and his voice sounded nervous. "Can I come in?"

Star shook her head and let out a small breath. She stood from the bed and hopped over to the door. Upon opening it, she took in the sight of Trip, hands behind his back and a clean shirt on. He looked simply adorable, Star couldn't help but smile. She moved aside to let him in and he shifted over to the sink to lean against it. Star ignored his awkward demeanor and jumped onto the bed patting the area next to her. She knew Trip's feelings for her, and he was the sweetest guy she knew, but that almost made her resent him. She couldn't find anything attractive in him, even though, sometimes she desperately wanted to. And she had been honest with him, and he kept trying. He tried to convince her he could be what she wanted, but she didn't want him to, she didn't want him to change into what she wanted.

He moved to the side of the bed and sat down. He didn't talk for a while, simply looked at his hands and stole glances at her now and then. She tried finding his gaze, but never held it for too long. "What's up, Trip?"

"You could have gotten in a lot of trouble with that last trick." He spurted out finally holding her gaze for more than two seconds. "You should know better than that." She could tell from his tone of voice that he was about to get emotional very quickly. So instead she knew how to shut him up and threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a tight embrace.

"But, Trip, I'm here and I'm okay! I got out just fine." She could tell by the way his back stiffened and his arm hesitantly wrapped around her that her distraction was working. He was never one to be coherent when it came to physical contact, it almost made her sad how easy he was to bend. "I know I shouldn't have done it, but you know the place I'm in, I saw an opportunity to get something and took it." She leaned back from his embrace and began searching in the pockets of her jacket. "Plus, I got something for you."

"O-Oh, Star, no you shouldn't have done that!" His face blanched and he shook his head furiously. But Star had already pulled out a silver cigarette box with light engraving on the face of it. The hinges were accented with bright jewels and it opened with one touch of a button. She smiled and placed the box in his hands. By now he couldn't take his eyes off the box as he surveyed it. He didn't get to see a lot of fancy things anymore, so it was always nice to see these things. "Wow..."

"Now, I know you don't smoke really, but who knows, maybe when you become a man.." She started but knew it was a mistake by the way his head shot up.

"I am a man!" He shouted indignantly. His fingers clenched the box. "What will it take for you to realize that? I'm not a little boy."

"Oh, Trip, you know what I meant." She sighed and ran a hand through her head. "I know you're not a boy." She looked at him and couldn't help but grin. In so many ways he didn't realize he was a little boy. He was lucky that he still had his family and was able to have a somewhat stable job. He didn't need to be dragged into her life, no matter how hard he tried.

"I just want you to realize how I want to help you..." He breathed while taking her hand. His eyes were on her hand as he traced circles in her palm. He brought her hand up to his mouth for a soft kiss and Star felt her heart ache. If only it had been some other time, some other place, she would have fallen for Trip in a heart beat. He was the closest thing to a prince she had seen in these sad times, and because of that, she knew she couldn't have him. His eyes were glazed over and she knew where this would end up if she didn't stop it now. She wasn't about to do that to him, not again.

"Trip, you need to leave..." She didn't understand the choking sound that came from her own throat.

His eyes clouded over and he hung his head. "Yeah, I figured... but I did come to tell you something." He let go of her hand and stood from the bed. "Charlie was out in town and he told me that there's a man looking for a pretty young girl with blonde hair, I couldn't imagine who he's talking about."

Star felt her heart stop and struggled for breath. With her number of enemies, whoever was looking for her was most likely not a friends. "Oh... thank you.."

Trip glanced over his shoulder. "I'm not gonna stop, you know."

"I know..." Her voice sounded so small, and Trip closed the door. Oh, how she wished life would have gotten the timing right.

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'Okay, okay. So, someone is looking for you. It's okay, you've been in situations like these before.' She paced the wood floor, with each step the floor bent and creaked in a way that hinted at it's age and threatened it possibly snapping. In the midst of her pacing she reached in between the mattress and the frame and pulled out a sling rucksack. Throwing it on the bed she grabbed her box of food and began to wrap individual pieces of food in wax paper. She grabbed a canteen from inside the bag and filled it up with water from the sink. It was the same old procedure. There had been a couple of times before where she had gotten in more trouble than she should have, and she would have to disappear for a while. Sometimes she would have to lie in wait and take care of the situation herself. She knew the people she had pissed off were very influential and that they would have numerous people out for her, so it wasn't safe to just hang around. Literally anyone on the street could have it out for her.

She pulled out her gun and checked the barrel, fully loaded. With a click she shoved it back in place and holstered it on her side. Call it cliche, but Star had hidden slots in her boots for her blades, just in case she ever needed them. She didn't like using them, it felt too personal. She didn't like being that close to a person when she fatally wounded them. And it never worked quick enough. Unlike many, she never reveled in the idea of killing another, instead she'd rather push it out of her mind, she tried to forget the faces of different people she had killed.

As she was packing three loud bangs sounded down the hallway walls. This was a signal that was only known by people who needed to care about it. It meant a stranger was in, and if you had any reason to run, you should probably do it now. She hastily packed whatever food she could fit without making the bag too heavy and left everything else. The hallways were narrow and there were a few other shady characters pulling on clothing and making their way down the stairs. Star shuffled down the hallway allowing the other people to rush in front of her. She remembered Trip saying something about the man looking for a blonde, so she stopped to try and hide all of her hair underneath her hat. Her jacket was slung over her shoulder and her bag was strapped across her chest. There was only one staircase that lead to the main dining and bar area, she could hear loud chatter downstairs and knew that something was up. She could hear hurried whispers coming from the different rooms and shuffling of feet. It was impossible to leave any other way so she headed into the bar area. She kept to the edges of the room and tried to keep out of the light. She could see a rich looking man in the middle of a few other people. She immediately recognized him as the rich kid from her photos. Was this guy looking for her? She couldn't chance finding that out.

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The instant Miles entered the hotel, he knew that something was amiss, things didn't seem right. Everything looked normal, too normal. A man was quietly reading the newspaper, a young couple was holding hands and talking, and the bartender was cleaning a glass while smiling at his guests. Normally, a saloon would have ruffians screaming and hollering, but not this place. Miles slowly advanced inside the hotel, keeping an eye out for his surroundings. His target could be anywhere, and he would be ready for her. He didn't see any signs of a blonde woman, yet he still stayed in the same spot, looking. However, his concentration was broken by the bartender, who seemed to be greeting him. Miles did not budge, though. He stared at the bartender, wondering what he was up to. Suddenly, it hit him. This was a distraction! By the time Miles started looking around again, he caught a glimpse of someone leaving the hotel. Miles could not believe he had been tricked like this, but he wouldn't let this deter him. He called for the bodyguards and ran outside.

Once Miles made it outside, he saw that a girl was running down one of the alleyways. He knew it! The bitch got away right under his nose! He ran to pursue her, but he was pulled back by a large, brutish man wielding a cleaver. The man brought down his cleaver as is it were some kind of hammer of judgment, punishing Miles for his sins. Miles narrowly escaped the bloodied cleaver before drawing his revolver. He had jumped a good distance from the man, giving him time to make some shots. He shot the man once in his wrist and another one in his leg. That should keep him from chasing me, Miles thought. He turned around to see that the girl had reached the end of the alleyway before turning a corner. Miles became red with frustration. Even if she was clever, Miles would not allow himself to be outsmarted by her. Miles asked for two of his bodyguards to patrol the area to try and corner her, while he and Roger would pursue her down the original alleyway. The dark fog had only continued to get thicker since they entered the hotel. It made it hard to see, but Miles felt that this could also be used to his advantage. My vision may be muddied, but so is hers. Also, I have her outnumbered. She's as good as mine.

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Ryder looked, noticed the guy in the suit walk out and into the open air. He didn't like the guy's air: he seemed like a man on a mission; a bad one. He looked like a killer, cold-blooded and heartless, the kind Ryder had become a bounty hunter to stop. His feet hit the floor, and goddammit he felt woozy. A little too much Death Whiskey would do that to a man. Still, he retained his composure just so much to walk straight. He headed out the door and tailed the guy, making it seem like he was simply trailing about in a drunken stupor. The Suit headed down an alleyway, towards the Derelict Market, an area Ryder knew all too well: He'd gunned down his fair share of bandits in that area. The people knew him there, so he had to be careful.

The Suit seemed to be in a disagrement with the doorman, who refused the guy entry. A revolver was flipped from the the Suit's jacket, and Ryder dipped for his guns, holding his hands over his own revolvers. There was a tense moment of silence. "Open. The fucking. Door," the Suit said at last. And it did. The Suit and his guys walked inside. Ryder trailed close behind. The doorman was about to close and lock the entryway again, but Ryder was fast behind, slipping into the opening. "What the hell-" was all the doorman could say before he was kicked into unconsciousness by the heel of Ryder's boot. He may be drunk, but the bounty hunter could still execute a mean spin kick to the temple. He closed the door, locked it, and headed through the Derelict Market.

He followed the Suit into what appeared to be a hotel. He stayed behind the guy, a shadow in red, moving swiftly and quietly. He waited outside the door, leaning against it as if he were casually enjoying the foggy night atmosphere. He wished he had a cigar but, alas, such luxuries alluded him. He dipped his head in, watching as the Suit looked around he place. He seemed annerved; good. Meant he was focused on other things than the bounty hunter. This was a great opportunity: he reached for his guns, about to bring this guy into custody.....

Suddely, the Suit and his guys were rushing for the outside. 'Shit!' Ryder thought. He sprung sideways, ducking behind a bundle of barrels just beside the hotel's front porch. The Suit turned, again sprinting down another alleyway, pursuing a blonde girl who went in the same direction. Ryder crept out and shifted behind them. There was a brief struggle as a rather large man wielding a bloody cleaver took a few monstrous swings at the Suit. The giant wound up getting shot, but he'd live. He fainted from the pain, something Ryder raised a quizzical eyebrow at. 'No tme. He's the primary.' He drifted downward, toward the gang of killers. The Suit, clearly the guy in charge, ordered two of his men to scout out and corner the girl. He and another man kept down the original path. Ryer would follow, steadily and quietly, using the thickening fog to his advantage. He unholstered both of his guns, bided his time as he crept behind the two mobsters, waiting for events to unfold, looking for an excuse to put a bullet in evil's fadora'd little head.

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Star watched, frozen in her place as the man's eyes searched the room. She knew deep down that this man was looking for her and he meant ill intent. She didn't know who sent him though, and that's what bothered her. He wasn't a usual dumb-bell that came into town to smack her around a bit to pay back a debt. She could tell he was suspicious of the joint, someone must've snitched on her. It worked both ways, just because you were given secrets didn't mean the same people wouldn't spill yours. Star stared wide-eyed as Trip looked her way and then back to the man. He then tried his hardest to get the guys attention, and finally the man turned his back towards her. Now was her chance! She slinked along the edge of the bar until her fingers found the edge of the front door. She immediately grasped the edge and catapulted her way out.

Noise was escalating as Star made her mad dash out of the saloon. God bless Trip, he tried his best, and she appreciated him for it. She didn't look back as she sped down the alleyway, there was no time to worry about if anyone was behind her, she needed to get out, and needed to get out now. Of course someone would be coming after her, could she really blame them? She had debts that she had no intentions of paying and people had caught on by now. She heard shouting behind her and she quickly took a corner. The alley's could wind and weave for ages and if you didn't know your way, you could get lost very quickly. Luckily for Star, she had been in situations like this before. Jumping up with swift agility Stars fingers grasped the bottom wrung of a rusted-over ladder that lead all the way up to the rooftops. Muscles in her arms strained as she pulled herself quickly up the wrung until her feet met the bottom one. She could feel a heavy air push past her as she clung to the creaking metal, was it night? She wasn't sure, she only know that the light was fading and her eyes strained to see the end up the ladder. Finally, her fingers found the edge and with a heavy pull and push she swung her legs over the edge of the building and was on the roof. Although one would be able to see for miles from such a distance, the smog was heavy enough that you couldn't see the building next door.

The rooftops were used as often as the alleys were and no-good thieves and druggies often parked themselves atop the buildings to give way to their sins. Being so, some of the rooftops were connected by shanty bridges made out of whatever scrap wood was around, or even by rope. This made it a little easier for Star to navigate around, but she still had her obstacles. Drunkards and unfavorable creatures tried stopping her in her path, but all she had to do was pull her gun out and point it at a few heads and they disappeared back into their smoke of unconsciousness. She bounded across building tops counting out how many streets she was passing. She knew the town well enough to measure how far into it she was. She knew she would be reaching the end soon, and possibly a way out. It wasn't until she reached a gap that had no connection that she stopped. The smog covered the adjacent building, but she could make out a basic outline. She closed her eyes and took a few steps back, it was hard to judge just how hard she would have to jump, but she had to try, there was no other way out. She opened her eyes and fixed them in front of her. With a deep breath in she started in a sprint. Her foot found the edge of the building and she pushed with every muscle in her, reaching her arms out for something solid. She realized, much to her horror that the building was farther than she had guessed and she watched as the rooftop lifted from view and she flew towards the building with no promise of safety. In a split second her eyes caught a window coming up and her fingers grasped the ledge of the window. With an audible "smack" she landed against the building, but she held onto the window sill with all of her strength. Her eyes were screwed shot and her feet kicked frantically to find some sort of foothold. She glanced to her right and left and found that if she swung a little, her right arm may be able to catch a drain pipe. It was risky, but it was better than any other option. She counted to three and quickly let go with her right arm, using her left arm to lean in towards the pipe. Her fingers ghosted over the cool metal and with one last push she let go and grasped onto the pipe. Finally her foot found the fastenings of the pipe and she was able to shimmy down. She landed on the ground on her feet but was soon on her knees. Her breath was shaky and she had to rub her eyes to realize that she was alright. She always did hate heights.

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Miles and Roger quickly followed the girl through the winding alleyways. He managed to follow behind close enough that her silhouette was in view, but she was managing to lose them. Miles and Roger quickened their pace, and they thought they would have her until she just vanished. They didn't expect that. How could she just escape without a trace like that? Miles didn't get it. That is--not until he could hear the sound of footsteps scurrying to the roof. She was planning to make her getaway, so Miles had to act quick. They found a rusted ladder to the roof, which they hurriedly climbed.

Much to Miles' surprise, the roofs were just as confusing to navigate as the alleyways. At least, with the fog in the way. Once again, Miles relied on her footsteps, but he could no longer hear them. He though he had lost her until he could hear some gunshots. Shit! She has a gun? Damn it! I gotta be careful around her. Miles followed the sound of the gunshots, stepping over a few drug dealers and ruffians along the way. The more Miles ran across the roofs, the more it felt like a bad acid trip. He felt like the fog was closing in around him, he could hear voices and screaming everywhere. He felt like he was going to lose it, but Roger snapped him out of it. "Come on, boss, we're not done here yet." Miles shook his head and cleared his thoughts, though his head still was still swimming. He had still managed to trace her until she suddenly stopped. Now was his chance! He ran up to grab her until he saw her jump. Miles was about to follow her until he heard a loud thud. Miles cringed, "Ouch! That had to hurt!" Miles figured the building she tried jumping to was farther than she anticipated, so Miles just had to jump a little farther. He backed up a little, then ran as fast as he could. He jumped into the air, thinking he could land on the roof. However, he underestimated the distance, and ended up crashing through a window. He crashed into the room of a couple in bed, who he politely nodded to before exiting the room and heading down the stairs. The couple had calmed down slightly when Roger followed suit. By this point, the husband had fainted, but Roger also nodded politely, even if he had scared them out of their wits. Miles and Roger hurried down the stairway and into the streets. As they were chasing her, the fog began to dissipate. It soon became clear that the other two bodyguards were up ahead. Miles smirked, thinking that he had won. Still, Miles still felt that there was something else. It was slight, but Miles could hear a footsteps that weren't his or Roger's. Regardless of who else was here, Miles was not planning for his efforts to be wasted. He called out for Starlette, "Come on, princess, I'm not gonna hurt you. I only want to talk."

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Miles stood in the fog, waiting for Star's next move. In the silence, he finally heard a reply. "Oh, yeah. You just want to talk." He could hear a laugh from her. "Yeah, right, buddy. I've met you're type, last thing you wanna do is talk." She was definitely persistent, but so was Miles. Even if she didn't trust him at first, Miles was going to find a way. He had made it too far for his plans to fail, now. He could hear an alluring voice in the fog, and the sound of someone walking. Suddenly, BANG! Miles could hear the thud as his henchman fell to the ground. Damn it, this girl's got some nerve. If she keeps killing my bodyguards, I'll just have to deal with her, myself. The fact that she killed one of Miles' henchmen had pissed him off, but he kept his composure. The noise from the bang faded away, and it became unnervingly silent. Miles was standing in the fog, waiting for a move.

After a short pause, Star spoke again. "Listen, I ain't got a problem with you. And as far as I know, you don't have no personal problem with me. So why don't we stop this here, before anyone else gets hurt? I'll go my way, you can continue on yours."

Miles knew what she was up to. She was using this an an opportunity to escape, but Miles wasn't going to let her go that easily. Out of nowhere, Roger stepped forward with a gleam in his eye. He called out into the fading fog. "Please, listen to my boss. He made negotiations with your boss, Roarek, but he won't hold his end of the deal until you pay back the money you owe. We don't want to hurt you, we only ask that you cooperate with us."

Roger stepped back, and Miles, once again, had the floor. "Come on, princess, you heard the man. You owe your boss some money, and we need you to pay him back before we can settle our deal. If you need the money, we can help you with that. Just come with us, and we'll have everything settled."

By this point, the fog had nearly subsided. Against his better judgment, Miles pulled out a lighter and lit a smoke. He was clearly done fighting, but whether or not Star was, well, that was a risk he was willing to take. As for Roger, he stared into the clearing mist with an inquisitive look. A lot was on his mind at this point. He was trying to anticipate Star's next move, of course, but there were also other things on his mind. He wondered about Roarek, about the deal they made with him, and if they should be doing this. Of all of the things on his mind, he wondered if they could really trust Roarek. He seemed reluctant to trust them, but why haven't they done the same? Roger cleared his thoughts, thinking that now was not the time to be pondering. The mist was nearly gone, but he still kept an eye out for Star.

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Star was caught in between wanting to laugh and wanting to punch someone in the face. "Roarek, is not my boss." She spoke through clenched teeth. Ah, so the answer to her questions was out there, the bastard Roarek was after her, eh? She knew about him, had done a couple of jobs for him, and like Gerdie, he laid claim to certain percentages to whatever payouts she got. She was tired of having to pay him for jobs that he had no business in, so she stopped paying. He had sent little reminders every once in a while, each one more violent than the previous, but now he sent this guy, she was almost insulted that a beating wasn't promised.

"Roarek, is a pain in my ass, and I owe him nothing." She noticed that the fog was beginning to lift. Even if she did stay here, she would be seen easily soon enough, so she stepped slowly out into the street. She saw the brief flicker of a lighter and then the soft glow of the end of a cigarette. She slowly began walking toward the light with her gun resting against her shoulder, her thumb casually caressing the hammer. "How'd the likes of you get involved with the likes of Roarek?" She stopped with enough distance between them that she could make out their silhouette's, but not their features. "With your fancy dress and all, I'd assume you have enough money... plus Roarek is only an act. He may look fancy, but I can assure you the man is a broke as any one of us. Gamblin' problem and all." She snickered and brushed back some of her hair that had flown around her face since it fell out of her hat.

She briefly surveyed the situation. Two men stood directly in front of her, she assumed the other guy was probably right hand man, or something. She could see shadows moving in her peripheral, but there was no promise it was more henchmen, even though she had seen them in the saloon. She expected them to be flanking her, blocking her way down the street, so even if she did run, without knowing where they were, she was an open target. She felt slightly annoyed that this situation was happening, she owed Roarek a bullet in the knee. But she knew better than to go with this guy. On the streets, she had a chance, but if he were to bring her to Roarek's, he had enough man and fire power, she'd never make it. He also had cruel tendencies that Star had never experienced personally, but had seen. She didn't want to be in that place.

"There's no way he's getting what's mine, so whether that means we settle this like civilized people, or the other way around, I'm getting out of here." Her thumb pulled back on the hammer but she didn't lift it into place, not yet.

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Ryder could only try his best to follow behind, watching events unfold as they did. The Suit (a man who'd only been called "Boss" thus far) was still chasing the girl, the pursuit eventually leading to the rooftops. Ryder watched from around the corner as the Suit clambered up the ladder hurriedly, his pursuit as hot as hellfire, and his eyes hard steel. Ryder's eyes were fixed on an amazing spectacle: the girl had lept from the building up above him all the way over to the building to his left.....well, she made it to the wall at least. He watched as she gracefully shimmied down a pipe, afterward she had to compose herself, and soon she was running again, hiding on the stoop of a building.

Ryder watched as the Suit made the same jump, except he crashed through a window. He had to stifle a laugh, and shied away from the scene, after the girl this time. He watched her intently, as a sand jackal watched a helpless traveler. Ryder could barely make out her face in the mist.....

One of the Suit's henchmen followed up close behind, and much activity occured at once. A gunshot, a lot of speech Ryder couldn't coherently keep up with, and a lot of tension. Slowly but surely, the mist dissipated and made things clearer. The Suit had caught up to the girl, and they were talking. The guy standing next to the Boss opened up his fat mouth with finality, clearly giving the girl an ultimatum: "Come on, princess, you heard the man. You owe your boss some money, and we need you to pay him back before we can settle our deal. If you need the money, we can help you with that. Just come with us, and we'll have everything settled."

The girl spoke this time. "There's no way he's getting what's mine, so whether that means we settle this like civilized people, or the other way around, I'm getting out of here." She then preceded to aim her gun.

The mist was whisked away just enough now. Ryder could see faces. He looked to the girl, and his eyes widened like a crack in thick ice. "Sunnavabitch!" he grumbled, "Star!" He had to act now, before this place turned into a graveyard. That little bitch was in over her head. Ryder had to reload his guns, distributing two bullets to his left gun, and a single bullet to his right. After this maneuver, he whipped around the corner, guns trained on Star and the Suit simultaneously. "Nobody's doin' a goddamn thing! An' if you all wanna live, you'll stay real still!" Of course, these words probably didn't come out as coherent to them as they did to him, but a drunk bounty hunter with two guns was probably message enough.

Ryder sighed a hefty breath, his eyes trained on the girl. "What. The. Hell. Have you done this time, sweetheart?" he asked intensely.

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Miles was certainly intrigued by this recent turn of events. Not only did Star inform him that Roarek is a lying bastard, but there was also a drunk ready to blow some heads off. Miles smirked, amused at the way things turned out. He blew out some of his cigarette smoke before finally interjecting. "People, people, let's not get to blowing each others' brains out just yet. Based on what the sweetheart just said, we got a lying, cheating bastard who's begging for a bullet between the eyes." After this turn of events, Miles was becoming less focused about the situation at hand and more focused on planning how he should crush Roarek's brains for sending him off on this wild goose chase. Miles looked at the drunken bounty hunter. He felt that he was being followed, but this guy? Miles was surprised that a guy in his state managed to keep up.

Miles leered at him while keeping a cocky grin. "Howdy, cowboy. Fancy meeting someone like you around here. I see you got some beef with your girl over here, so I think I'll let you two settle your disputes. As for me, I got a lying schmuck that needs a good bullet in the brains."

While all of this was going on, Roger was thinking about the situation. After hearing what Star said, he began putting the pieces together. A poor man gets a rich man to do his dirty work, expecting him to come back with the money. He doesn't trust us, but expects us to trust him. A poor man, disguised as a rich man, making deals with rich men. Has bandits ready to shoot. Wants the power of rich mens' companies... It hit him. Roger ran up to Miles. "Boss, boss! I figured it out. He plans on ambushing us, with Starlette in our possession. He's been plotting this all along. He wants us to make the deal, only to double-cross us in the end. Boss, I think we should plan this out first, before we go after him."

Miles stopped in his tracks, and looked back at Roger. "Really? And what drew you to this conclusion?"

"Just think about it, why would a poor man disguise himself as a rich man and end up accepting deals with them? Not only that, but he wants us to do his dirty work for him. You heard how he got involved with Starlette, and you also heard about how he turned the tables on her. Not only that, but you saw him planning something when you looked out your window at the hotel. I'm certain that the man is setting us up. I'm telling you, we should be ready before we go up there."

Miles nodded at the statement. "I think you're right, Roger. Perhaps we should plan this..." He looked around at Star and Ryder. "You two are free to join me if you want. Either way, I'm gonna kill that bastard for tricking me like this." Miles called for his henchmen, then proceeded to walk down the alley, smoking his cigarette.

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Star stood dumfounded for a few minutes, in a flurry of events Ryder had made his presence known and a gun was now pointed at her, and the rich guy was having a dialogue between him and his right-hand man. Her gaze slowly made it's way over to Ryder where he stood, guns still lifted into the air, one pointed her way. Her eyebrows furrowed and her hand rested on her hip. "Why don't you watch where you put that thing." She was irritated now, all this drama for nothing. "I ain't done nothing wrong, why does it always have to be me whose done something wrong?!" She was half listening to the other two carry on their conversation. It seemed like Roarek had pissed off a few others, which may be looking good for her cause. She knew she could never take him on herself, but if she had a brute force who wanted him out as well, well that was a cause she could get behind.

She looked back to Ryder who was, obviously drunk. She knew he had a inclination for drink, but she also knew that didn't mean he couldn't take her out quickly with a gun. "Listen, you're drunk. Put that thing down before you shoot the wrong person." She took a few steps his way. "No need for someone to be dead, who don't need to be dead."

"...Either way, I'm gonna kill that's bastard..." Star's head whipped around when she heard that statement.

"Now wait just a minute! If you think you'll be making your way anywhere near Roarek without me or my money, you're sadly mistake. You'll first have to go through his gang, and they wont let you anywhere near him without a statement of death. No, you need something or someone that's gonna get you to him, and someone who knows the ins and outs of his compound and his crew." She could see him now, and the surrounding area. There were, indeed, several of his other men hiding around the area, a couple of them on the roofs. "You've got a good number here, but numbers wont mean anything once you get on his turf, he doesn't play nice with others. A bit of a cheater if I were to call him anything."

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Miles cocked an eyebrow at Star's statement. A man that could outdo Miles? He found it hard to believe at first, but, if Roarek is what Star says he is, Miles was in a rut. Perhaps this girl could be an asset. If she wants Roarek dead as much as I do now, this could be quite beneficial. A person who knows her way around Roarek would be useful, and some extra help would be good, too. Considering how agile this girl was, she would certainly be of use. "Alright, I got ya. Just tell me your plan, then we can get this show on the road."

Before Star could even reply, Ryder shot the cowbell above her head. "My apologies, darlin', premature misfire." Miles looked at Ryder, and Ryder stared back. "I'm not going anywhere until someone gives me answers. Why you chasin' the girl, Mr..." Ryder abruptly stopped his sentence, staring at Miles even more. He stared at him long and hard, until he announced, "Holy shit on a shingle! Miles, you tricky bastard!" He aimed his gun at Miles, and Miles grew cold.

He turned to face Ryder, with an expression in his eyes that made it seem like he wanted his soul. "You've got a lot of nerve, pointing that thing at me. Why don't you put that little toy of yours away before you hurt someone with it?" Miles snapped his fingers, and all of the henchmen from the neighboring rooftops were all aiming at Ryder. "You see, you're not going to hurt me at all. If you so much as twitch that trigger finger of yours, I'll have all of my men shoot you where you stand. So, what'll it be, cowboy? We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Miles sucked in a considerable amount of smoke from his cigarette, then blew it all out. He threw the cigarette to the ground, then crushed it with his shoe. "You can go on about your petty grudges all night if you want to. As for me, I'm heading back to town." He called for his men, then began walking. He looked back at Star, "If you wanna help kill Roarek, come with me, and tell me your plan on the way."

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Star watched the interaction between the men and stood by silently. She was rather used to this sort of showdown and each man had to prove who had the bigger guns and equipment. Typical man stuff, she could only assume. They apparently knew each other in some way, but who didn't really know something about everyone these days? If you wanted to survive, you had to learn things about everyone, or at least know how to pretend like you do. If you didn't learn to know everyone, you wouldn't get far, survival relied on connections. She knew Ryder had his skills, but under the influence as much as he was, he wouldn't stand a chance in this situation. She lightly padded over to him putting a hand on the arm that held his gun.

"Ryder, how about we put away the gun for now?" She tried to sound small and sweet applying light pressure onto the arm. "You do this now, you're gonna get yourself in a body bag quicker than your knees would meet the ground."

Star turned as the man called Miles spoke to her and began to walk away. She narrowed her eyes in his direction. "And just where you plan on heading? Somewhere your guy don't have eyes on you, right? Not to say he doesn't see this already." She nudged Ryder's elbowed for him to follow. "You gonna stay here, go on your way, or come with?"

She followed Miles on his way but fell behind him a little bit. She didn't trust the man, they both wanted the same thing but that didn't mean he wouldn't turn on her in a second. "If you think you can get to Roarek with money and flash, you got another thing coming." She holstered her gun for the moment but her fingers were itching for any moment she may need to draw quickly. "The man's a slimeball, but he ain't dumb. He's gotten this far for a reason."

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Miles laughed in amusement at Star's comments. "You underestimate me, princess. The thing is, I'm not dumb, either. I don't plan on running in guns a' blazin', which is why I've been thinking of a plan. But first, I'll need someone to go in and find out his plan. After that, I can decide on what to do afterwards. Even if he plans on double-crossing me, I'll bet that he still trusts us. So, once we find out his plan, we can find a way to get close to him and kill him quietly. And, in case that his cronies do find out and we end up exchanging bullets, I'll have my men set up there when we go to kill our man. However, this is all I have down initially. Once we know what his plans are, I'll figure out the rest. You know the place better than I do, so I'll probably need you to sneak up there and find out the plans for me. You get the plans, and we'll have his head before he can blink."

He looked back and noticed that Star was a bit of a distance behind him. He grinned amusingly, "There's no need to be shy, princess. I don't bite. At least, not too bad, haha!"

Roger was close by Star. He looked at her and smiled warmly. "Please forgive my boss, he can be a bit of an ass, sometimes." He seemed to briefly chuckle at his own statement. Even though Roger and Miles were friends, they were notably different. While Miles was greedy and arrogant, Roger was a more tender type. Even if his undying loyalty to Miles has made him do some things he's not proud of, he doesn't regret working for him. "Oh, forgive me," he held his hand out, "my name's Roger, pleased to meet you."

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Star stared incredulously after Miles and shook her head. If there was one thing that ground her gears it was being patronized. "Listen here buddy, for your idea here to work, we're gonna have to learn to work together. And that means you better learn real quick how to play nice with others, or you can find another way into his whole business." She could feel the pink rising to her cheeks as she glared at him. She was interrupted by Roger's speech and blinked at his offered hand.

Grasping it and shaking it curtly she tipped her hat back against her head and crossed her arms. "Ass, is an understatement." She grunted through clenched teeth. "And I ain't shy!" She half shouted towards Miles. "Last thing from it, I just don't like associating with the pompous types." A soft growl sounded in the back of her throat and she turned to look at Roger. "How can you work for a guy like him? He's the type that has too much money, and knows it." She looked him up and down and at the posse around them. "Certainly seems to like to show it off." She looked back at Roger and looked him up and down briefly. "You owe him, or something? I can't imagine you two being the best of friends. You don't strike me as a type like him."

She noticed that the streets were eerily quiet, probably because of the happenings earlier. The tendency was for town to shut in and not bother with anything until the next day, so they would have to find lodging pretty quickly. "Listen, if we go back to the inn I was at before, I have friends there who will let us know what's going on, some guys over there have an in with Roarek, too. So why don't you and your men just come that way." She pointed down an alley near them. "You won't be the most popular, but the way things are going, I'm guessing we're not going to be relying on your charm to get us the information we need. Leave that part to me, you wont get what you need with the impression and reputation you've already made for yourself."

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The sound of heavy boots treading the path before Star, Roger and Miles himself. The more they walked forwards, the closer it came to them. The silhouette of an old two-pronged hat that folded out along the sides. The clank of the two heavy revolvers at his side became strikingly clear. By the way his feet fell, this man was no drunkard, no simpleton. After all the gunfire--he obviously was either not scared, insane, or knew what was going on. Perhaps it was all three. But the outline of a six foot two man dressed in simple worn denim garments; the rustle of his old duster ruffling in the wind also became apparent. The man's gruff appearance would give most the assumption "bounty hunter" from the light weight of his attire and general overall look--that was until one looked at the tarnished badge on his head that screamed "official".

The two highly detailed revolvers at either hip meant that this man wasn't just some dumb shit ready to get himself shot up. His demeanor would hold an intimidating factor to it. It told anyone that if they underestimated him, undermined him, would pay most dearly for it. Marshal held, betwixt his gloved fingers a cigar. Pre-lit one would find an aroma of cedar, barnyard, and a subtle fruit taste that reminds one of cognac--if they had ever had the chance. The cigar was firm to the touch and the wrapper had only a few small veins. The construction was equally impressive. As Marshal lit up the cigar in-front of them to find a full-flavored smoke with earth, subtle spice, and plenty of cedar. The draw was firm and the solid gray ash was sturdy.

"I hear you been causing a lot of trouble, Miss Starlett. I'll get back to you on my watch I know you stole from me. My acquaintance is with the gentleman beside you there, the one in the suit." Marshal took another, nonchalant drag off his cigar. Surprisingly, he wasn't coming on conceited or condescending with his body posture or even his southern vernacular. "We got rules in this town gentleman. One of those rules: No killing a man cold blood and no bullying. People come and they go to places like this to escape that infernal desolate hellhole outside them gates. The minute your foot touches the city limits--you are in my territory." He placed emphasis on the word 'my'. "I don't own the folks around here, but if we start bringing the world that's out there in here, once we got no rules--we got a problem. I'm supposed to protect and serve, I can't protect and serve the dead. Now I don't care about two-bit thieves and who's cheated who. I'll leave that up to the gentlemen or women to decide. But if the shit hits the fan and there's gotta be a death. There's one plain ole easy as pie rule: You. Don't. Do. It. In. Town--are we clear? I don't care if the drunkard spat on your mommas necklace, you club him and move on. Next time someone mentions a guy in a suit shot a man dead--I'll be around. " He tipped his hat. "Glad I could have a minute of your time." He then glanced at Starlet with an accommodating grin. "Miss, would really appreciate that watch."

Marshal carried on casually sauntering past the trio, gratifyingly smoking his cigar.