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Hattie Weis

~Let's talk over shots~

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a character in “Void Century”, as played by misssweetness821

Description


-Avoiding DANGER is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the BOLD.

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Name: Henrietta Weis
~But you can call me "Hattie."~
Age: 23
Gender:Female
Birth-date: August 21, 1907
Hair:Brown
Eyes:Brown
Weight: 138lbs
Height: 5'8
Occupation: Speakeasy Supplier
Location: Manhattan 1930.
Ethnicity: Italian Mother, German Father
~Constanza Balsamo & Oscar Weis~

Dressing Style: Depending on the clientele and the situation she has two styles of dress. She prefers her casual look, which consists of a pair of wide legged brown trousers, paired with a off white, button up colored dress shirt, a tan tweet vest, and black knee-high socks.
~I like to roll my sleeves up the the elbows and leather newsboy cap as well.~

However when the time calls for it she will where a more seductive look, which consists of a high waisted pinstripe skirt, a red lacy blouse, and black suspenders.
~Don't forget my black bowler cap with the red feather, or my pinstripe leggings.~



ImageRules of Life:
1) I am ALWAYS WATCHING, and I FORGET NOTHING.
2) Do NOT waste MY damn time.
3) I do what I want, DON'T QUESTION ME or my MOTIVES.
4) DON'T try and DRAG ME DOWN with out, I'll CUT your RIPCORD before I EVER let that HAPPEN.
5) Do NOT wake me up.
6) Do NOT wake me up...EVER.
7) If you ever think of STABBING me in the back...I'll have POISONED you before you have the chance.
8) If you want my HONEST opinion, BE READY for it.
9) I am a VIRGIN for a REASON, I DON'T date.
10) If you don't have anything INTELLIGENT to say, get the F*** away from me.

Likes:
    ☺ Whiskey, Fish, Hard Candies,
    ☺ Shooting Pool, Boxing, Singing
    ☺ Winning, Fights, Challenges
    ☺ Chivalry and Respect, Honesty and Trust
Dislikes:
    ☹ Cops, Snoops, Pansies, or Loud-Mouths
    ☹ Romances, Feelings, or Heart-to-Hearts
    ☹ Losing, Sore-Losers, or Cocky Victors
    ☹ Pigs or A$$holes, Liars or Cheaters

Habits:
Drinking:
~Well you could have guessed it, I'm no sweet innocent girl. I took my first sip at the age of ten. I sipped from my fathers drink as he turned away and vomited on the spot. I don't know what made me want it more, but my younger years were spend at bars, working with my father. We would travel from city to city, selling our Whiskey. We brought samples for the barmen to try, and soon orders were filling fast. It was wonderful, and my father let me have a small amount with him to celebrate when we made good sales. I don't think of it as a bad habit, I just like to think over a nice tumbler of Weis.

Smoking:
~Who doesn't love a good smoke! Come on, it goes great with the taste of Bourbon. And hey, it cuts the edge off in an instant, in places where sipping the flask would be inappropriate, *for you pansy asses* I however just enjoy a good cigarette.~

Fighting:
~Guilty as charged, I love a good brawl. What can I say, where there is a bar, there are always juicy barfights. When I was younger I used to hide and watch, now I'm old enough to play.~



ImageHistory: I was a sweet child. Daughter of Oscar Weiss, one of the Weis Bros, seller of Bourbon and Rye Whiskys. He made about 300 dollars a year. It was just enough to support me and my mother. She was an italian bar maiden, who worked at the pub in town. That's how they met. Growing up I was exposed to a different kind of life, I was always at the bar with my parents. My father's friends were a shady bunch, always drunk, always playing cards offering for her to come join.
I enjoyed the warped life, learning how to shoot pool, and fight at a young age. School was a trivial thing, they couldn't teach me anything my father couldn't, my life was spent learning the trade. Eventually I became a runner for my father, collecting dues and delivering merchandise. Our lives were good, until the Great Depression. After the banks collapsed my father lost everything he had, and then they outlawed alcohol. Not only did he lose his past, but his future. My parents retired onto a small farm on the outskirts of New Jersey, only growing enough to live and produce seeds for the next season.
I took the last case of booze her father had, and bought a train to Manhattan with the last of my money. It took a while to established a name for myself, as the Runner. I can easily slip past the police, and discreetly transport the liqueur these bars needed. My reputation of being a cold-hearted bitch passed quickly too, beating men bigger than me in brawls, and turning down every proposal given to me apparently causes some people discomfort.
I do business mostly with Mafia Bosses Al Capone, Lucky Lucian, John Gotti and Salvatore Maranzano. Being a runner has it's advantages. The four have granted me immunity from any mafia crime. In exchange however, she knows nothing about the "goings on" and is on her own if she is arrested.
~A robin in a nest of kookoos, one wrong move and I'll be pushed over the edge.~







ImageLiving Space: When she isn't running a package she stays above The Chance and Dance, one of Al Capone's speakeasies. Her apartment is small, with crack plaster and uneven wooden floors but she calls it home. The entry way leads to her living room, where she has a sofa and a coffee table. A small black and white TV sits in the corner adorned with crooked bunny ears, though she rarely uses it. Down the hall o the left is a small kitchen. Rarely does she cook, though she drinks a lot of coffee. A bare light bulb hangs from the ceiling. At the end of the hall is her small bathroom, with a tiny window and a claw foot bath tub. Her faucet is leaky, and her clothes can usually be seen hanging about the room from clothes pins. Directly across from the kitchen is her bedroom, with a view of the street below. A lit sign sits right outside her window, flashing all night long.
She spends most of her time downstairs, in the bar.
~Shitty apartments, gotta love them.~

Personality: Gaurded, defensive, brave, bold,
When Hattie is presented with a problem she analyses it logically and rationally. She has a strong sense of reason, and can quickly analyse most situations to her advantage. Unless its of practical use to her, she is not interested in other peoples opinions or thoughts on a subject.
Though it takes time to get to know her, most are pleasantly surprised by her adventurist spirit. Laws and Regulations do not bind or hinder her. In her mind, it's ok as long as she doesn't get caught. She is loyal to those she considers "brothers" in her life, but shows it in her own way. She has the uncanny ability to stand by someone side, yet still show them no compassion.
She avoids making judgments based on personal values - feeling that judgments and decisions should be made impartially, based on the fact. She is not naturally tuned in to how they are affecting others. She does not pay attention to even her own feelings, and even distrust them and try to ignore them, because she has difficulty distinguishing between emotional reactions and value judgments.
When over-stressed she may exhibit rash emotional outbursts of anger, or on the other extreme may be overwhelmed by emotions and feelings which she feel compelled to share with people (often inappropriately). When she is down on herself she will foray into the world of value judgments - a place which is not natural for the her - and judge herself by their inability to perform some task. She will then approach the task in a grim emotional state, expecting the worst.
However, they are happiest when they are centered in action-oriented tasks which require detailed logical analysis and technical skill. They take pride in their ability to take the next correct step.
She has uncomplicated desires, and is trusting and receptive people who want no part in confining commitments.
~I'm a no strings attached kind of girl.~



ImageCombat Skills:
Close Range Marksman:
~Well the way my Apache Pocket Pistols work I have to cross my arms in front of me if I want to shoot. This is more effective when fighting close range, hand to hand close. In any other case, I just turn them around.~

Brawler:
~The pocket pistols fit on my hand across my knuckles, giving me a very hard punch. Even without them, I can knock someone out with my wicket right hook~

Bladesman:
~I know my way around a dagger, I am agile and deadly, ready to plunge the tip deep into a shoulder or thigh. Oh and I don't hold back, that's right...I twist and rip~

So begins...

Hattie Weis's Story

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"Alright boys...which one of you sorry fools thinks you can beat me at a game of pool?"
The room was lit by covered lamps, and smoke was thick and hazy in the air. Hattie ran her hand across the cherry wood of the old table, twisting the cue stick in her hand provacativly as she looked toward a table of pin-stripe clad men.
"Hattie, Hattie, Hattie...It's no use," one of them said as he stood, taking a swig from his tumbler, and slamming the glass down on the table. He called back to the barmen, "Oy, gimme some more of smooth Weis." He eyed her as he approached, "We never win."
"Maybe if you did, you would finally get what you want Al." she chuckled as she sauntered around the table to meet him, gazing up at him with her big brown doe eyes, "You'll never find out if you don't play the game."
A small blonde girl tapped up quickly, holding a new glass for the gentleman. She wore a pink, floozy dress and was blushing as she spoke.
"Here you go Mr. Capone."
He reached down and brushed a strand of hair from her face, causing her to giggle. Hattie was becoming impatient as she smacked the pool stick to the ground and looked down at her. "I'm sorry, was there something else? Because it looks like he has his drink."
The girl smirked a bit at Hattie, but backed away, "Yes Miss Weis, forgive me"
"Hattie," Capone said as he tossed back half his glass, "If I was a fool, I would say you seemed a little jealous just then." He chuckled at her as he grabbed a cue stick.
"You're right..., " she responded coyly as she leaned into him, "You are a fool."
The table of men burst into laughter as they raised their glasses, all using her name as an excuse to drink more. She smiled up at him and waved her cue stick, "So are you going to play with me or not?"
As he leaned down, he lined up the stick against the white ball, pulling it back and shooting it forward, but no one paid any attention to how the balls broke. Before she knew it, she had hit the ground, smacking her skull against the floor. She looked around, but everything was in chaos, glass was breaking as holes filled the walls, and everyone in the room unfortunate enough the be spending the night at Chance and Dance was turned to Swiss cheese. Scrambling she crawled under the bar nearby, and curled up on the bar floor.
After three long minutes the hammering of lead finally stopped. But when Hattie stood up from behind the bar, an even more terrifying vision was before her.

No Bodies. No Glass. No Bullets.

Everything was covered in a sheen of dust, however it wasn't "Just been shot up" dirty. It looked as if no one had been in the bar for centuries.
"What the f***..."
Slowly she made her way through the bar, picking up an old bottle filled with brown liquid off the table. Popping the cork she took a swig, Weis Bourbon. "Well...I'm sure I'll need you..."
For the first time in a long time she felt her heart beat fast, as fear and confusion coursed through her. Sunshine filled the dusty air as she pushed the door open, leading to a world more frightening then she could ever have imagined.

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As she stepped out onto the filthy street Hattie was greeted with a sight that confused her, for the city before her was not her own. The structures were not only completely different, but ruined long before her arrival. Swiftly she turned back to look from where she came, but the door she had passed through was gone. Luckily she had dressed well enough for her visit to the bar, and with her she carried a bottle of Weis Bourbon, and her Apache pistols. Carefully she slipped them onto her hands, gripping the barrel to feel the stress of the steel against her knuckles.
"Oh dio mio...where am I?' she muttered as she took a swig from the bottle, placing it on the ground next to her feet. As she inspected the streets around her she opened her hands, one at a time, and examined her revolvers, counting her rounds. Adding to the ones in her pocket...30 shots. Shaking her head she reached down to pick up the bottle, and began walking down the defaced streets.
It was like nothing she had ever seen, or imaged before in her life. Buildings taller than any she had ever laid eyes on before, no longer standing erect in their places. Still, in ruin, they were more grand than any in her home. Glass littered the streets, and crunched underfoot as she passed a news box.
"Chicago Gazette" she said aloud, assuming that after the short while she had been here, she was the only living persons in the area. The paper was old, but the headlines still read boldly. City in Ruin
As she stood on the corner idly running her fingers across the page she was interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the alley just to the left of her. Quickly she dashed around the corner, tucking the paper into her belt and pressing herself against the wall. The footsteps grew closer, landing just around the corner. Hattie held her breath as she peeked around, and her eyes fell on a most hideous creature. It's back was turned to her as it paced down the broken path away from her, but it's deformities and smell made her think not to engage it.
As she turned to make her way opposite of the foul smell wrenching her stomach she was greeted by a set of large, slobbered jaws. The creatures were more beastly in person, and much more terrifying . Without hesitation she threw the bottle at the creature, rendering it blind for just long enough to take off down the street. She was unsure whether to call out for help, or remain quiet. She was however, sure that she would keep running, as long as her legs carried her.
I have to find shelter, before night comes... she thought as she climbed over a pile of rubble and glass. Her legs were finally tiring, and it seemed the further from the center or the city she ran, the less creature sightings there were. There had been a close call when she was exposed in the street, but she slipped past undetected. Finally her legs gave way, as she collapsed to the ground. With the last of her strength she crawled over to a crushed taxi, and slipped into the back seat.
"...rest..."
As she dozed off, ducked out of sight from the creatures, her thoughts reeled. It was her hoped that she would awaken to her apartment, to the sight of her knickers and socks hanging about drying on the line, and the cases of Weis in the corner. She would walk down to the bar, and the guys would all laugh...and tell her about...their wild..and drunken..affair...

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After her nap in the taxi Hattie took great effort to drag herself from the car. Blood soaked the leg of her knickers, a deeper cut received while clambering through a pile of rubble. As she ran ehr hand across her leg she became aware of the pain and blood.
"You have got to be F***ing kidding me... " she muttered as she tore the sleeve from her shirt. "So this wasn't a bender after all..." Using he fabric she wrapped the wound. Luckily it looked a lot worse that it was. As she sat in the the cab, hanging her legs out the door as she wrapped her wound yelling in the distance caught her ears. Quickly she tucked her hair into her hat, and began jogging toward the sounds, gripping her pistols as she came pressed herself against a wall. Slowly she peeked around the corner, and her vision was met with another of the creatures. At first she turned to run, but the sound of voices caught her attention, though she couldn't spot the location of the sounds.
Al...is that you... she thought, eyes wide as she turned back against the wall. "What to do.." she muttered as she glanced around once more. This time she caught sight of a boy, running behind a large pile of rubble. The creature was no where in sight, but she no longer heard it's footsteps. As she stepped around the corner however, she saw it...and it saw her. The creature was hideous, and dripping with a foul liquid. Drool dripped from it's jaws as it began it's movement toward her.
Fear hit her like a ton of bricks at the sight of the monster, but was quickly followed by determination to live. As the creature lunged toward her Hattie turned on her toes, as if dancing, to juke past it. As she felt the course skin of the beast brush past her she flipped open her blades and sank it deep into it's flesh as the monster dragged itself past her weapons. It turned quickly to retaliate, screaming an unholy scream of agony.
"Come on ugly, let's see what you got!" she spouted as she stood firm, her blades ready. It lunged at her once more, jaws gnarling, but Hattie lunged back. With her left fist she slammed her knuckles as hard into the beast's forehead as she could, while slicing at it's throat with her other. The impact knocked her back, slamming her against a wall nearby. As her body made contact she lost her breath, collapsing to the ground.
The creature screamed and sputtered, blood spurting from it's throat as it's body hit the pavement. It's life force pooled around it, staining the street with blood. Slowly Hattie lifted herself up to look around, but her elbows deceived her as they wobbled and she crashed back down to the earth. It was a pains he had never experienced before in her life, having ever been tossed against a wall before. Though she strongly wished to follow the boy she had seen, it was going to have to wait. For now she lay on the ground, finding tears streaming down her face from the shock of it all.

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The little arsehole, he thought aggitatedly. "Well actually I have been grazed so many times I've lost count by things called bullets kid." He turned his head so his right side of his face was in what little light there was showing his scar covered face. "It's what happenes when you're a soldier fighting those bastards but enough chit chat, I have to find away home, I suggest you do the same thing." His voice grave, standing up with the help of his rifle, he turned around to see what looked like the best way to walk until he heard a shriek that chilled him to the bone. That didn't sound like anything I've heard before, he could feel the adrenline starting to introduce itself back into his blood and all the aches, hungerand anxiety he had felt before were drowned out as he cocked the slider back, readying himself for a fight and charged off into the direction of the shriek.

He reached the scene, gun brought to a ready position ready to bring the first hostile he see's a quick death but realised the threat had already been pacified. "This must be the monster that boy was on about." He muttered, shuffling up to the corpse, weapon trained obn it, when he was only thirty centimetres away from the thing, noticing the colour of it's blood was a vomit coloured green not the pitch black of the aliens he had fought a moment ago. He gave it a light kick under the gash, nothing, he then gave it a mighty kicked that sent it scuttling across the street. I wonder who or what did that?, his question was answered when he heard the faint sound of crying. He turned around to see a woman, injuired on the floor, he walked over to her holstering his weapon onto his back and pulled out a medi-shot syringe out.

He kneeled down to the woman hoping she wasn't to badly hurt. "Hey miss are you ok? Do you need a medi-shot?" He asked softly, placing a gloved hand onto the womans back. He noticed she too was wearing strange clothes too, like the boy but slightly more modern but he couldn't quite tell where he had seen this style of clothing. Wait I know she looks like one of those gnagstas from those old movies I remember watching.

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Hattie lay on the cracked pavement, with a bruising feeling across her back, and an utter feeling of weakness. Shards of debris dug into her hands as she slammed her fist to the ground. She began speaking to God, chiding him for what he has done, and begging him mercy. Her Italian was broken by moments of sniffling, and silence.
Perché Signore, perché tu mi hai dato questa terribile prova? ...È veramente sgradito...
Signore, ti prego, mi protegge dalle bestie diabolica che hanno strisciato dal profondo dell'inferno e invase il Regno dolce.... Prego per mio Signore di vita...per favore...Non sono pronto a morire...
Her wits were not about her, so she was easily startled by a voice, too close for her comfort, and a hand on her sore back.
"Hey miss are you ok? Do you need a medi-shot?"
At the sound was dosed with adrenaline, and turned quickly, pushing her self away from him against the pavement. He was unlike anyone she had ever seen, in full armor and a weapon that looked as if dropped out of novel. He was however, human. At least he looked it, though she took precaution to keep her distance.
"Who are you? Don't touch me." Though she could not get up she still bore her weapons, raising her left blade in defense.
"Dimmi chi sei, tell me who you are, adesso, or so help you I will end you, just like the beast." Her threat however was cut short as she once again collapsed to the ground, wincing in pain.

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The woman had very quickly and rather violently pushed herself off the dust covered pavement and away from him. "Who are you? Don't touch me." She couldn't stand up but raised a rather ancient looking weapon, something that looked like a knife, knuckle dusters and a early revolver towards his direction, making sure she kept her distance from him. Dimmi chi sei, tell me who you are, adesso, or ao help me I will end you, just like that beast." She never got to finish her threat as she collapsed back to the floor, wincing. Dom couldn't let this woman suffer like this, even if she had just threatened him she was probably just in shock and becoming delarious. He began to walk closer to her, syringe still in hand. "Don't worry I'm not about to harm another himan, what ever gods that are still watching us knows there aren't enough of us left to start turning on each other." He kneeled back down to the woman, slightly cautious of the blade in her hand, it wouldn't pierce his armour but it would sure as hell would pierce his skin. "Listen my name is Dominic Santiago but just call me Dom if you want, I'm a lieutenant in the 5th London freedom fighters platoon, I have something here that will kill the pain, it won't heal any damage except maybe clot any cuts internal or external." He held the syringe up so she could see it. "It'll sting like a bitch slap at first, as the serum enters the blood but it'll numb the pain and put a fire in your belly, kinda like a shot of whiskey." He chuckled darkly, despite the situation.

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"Listen my name is Dominic Santiago but just call me Dom if you want, I'm a lieutenant in the 5th London freedom fighters platoon, I have something here that will kill the pain, it won't heal any damage except maybe clot any cuts internal or external." He held the syringe up so she could see it. "It'll sting like a bitch slap at first, as the serum enters the blood but it'll numb the pain and put a fire in your belly, kinda like a shot of whiskey."
As he walked toward her she struggled to move, however she could not. Fatigue had set in, and her body was refusing to cooperate. Helplessly she watched as he approached her. She gripped her weapons, holding them steady and preparing to strike should he try anything tricky.
"I would much rather have the whiskey Signore Santiago," she snidely remarked as he pressed the shot into her skin. He had been correct, it did hurt. Madly. Her body lurched at the pain, then relaxed in his arms as the feeling swept over her. Though he had helped her, she was still uncomfortable with him being so close, so once she felt the strength returning to her she pushed him away, and wobbly stood on her feet. Though the medication eased her pain, she could still feel the bruises, and aches enough to be a bother. As she spoke she stretched a bit, though still mindful of her company.
"Alright Signore Santiago, where am I, and what did I just kill? I don't understand how I got here. I saw a bambino, are there more of you here?"

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She had taken to the serum worst than he was expecting, her body lurched with pain as that little life saver worked it's magic. She finally went limp as the effects kicked in but suddenly pushed him away again causing a cursevto slip from his mouth. "Fuck-wit!" He muttered as he stumbled backwards from the woman, Damn, she has more strength than that skinny body lets on, he thought sourly, standing back straight, intime for him to hear her ask. "Alright Signore Santiago, where am I abd what did I just kill? I don't understand how I got here. I saw a bambino, are there more of you here?" Dom didn't quite know how he should answer her questions so he decided to tell her the truth as he saw no harm in it. "Well I can answer one question fully." He began, pulling his weapon off his back and into his hands. "From one of the signs I saw, I'd say we're in Chicago but we ended up here I couldn't tell you, I was in London before ending up here." He scanned the area for any hostiles just to be safe before returning his attention to the stretching female infront of him. "As to what that thing is, I couldn't tell you since it's nothing like the things I've fought back home but we haven't heard anything from America since christmas day, 2146 so maybe it's a new breed or a mutation."

He had walked over to the crumpled corpse, a cold hatred filling his body, he stamped down visciously onto the body crushing the body under his boot, feeling satisfied as he heard the crunch and pop of bones breaking. "That's for Jenkins and everyone else you bastards have killed." He whispered and turned around to the woman once again. "As for the kid, if that's what bambino means, I left him behind to see what had caused that shriek."

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"Well I can answer one question fully...From one of the signs I saw, I'd say we're in Chicago but we ended up here I couldn't tell you, I was in London before ending up here...As to what that thing is, I couldn't tell you since it's nothing like the things I've fought back home but we haven't heard anything from America since christmas day, 2146 so maybe it's a new breed or a mutation...As for the kid, if that's what bambino means, I left him behind to see what had caused that shriek."
Hattie watched as he marched over to the beast, his boots splashing with it's green blood. As he stamped down on it she wondered what faults he had in his past, and why, out of everyone in the world, they were the ones taken to this wretched place. As she processed what he said, she suddenly turned to face him, "Wait did you say 2146? That can't be right, it's 1930..."
This man must be crazy...he thinks he is from the future? Slowly she began stepping around him in wide circle, the way in which she gripped her weapons relayed that she was ready to defend herself, and it was evident she could take a life if necessary. His armor was astounding, and there was only a bit of exposed flesh on his person. His weapon was even more intriguing. By it's fashion she concluded it was a gun, but as she glanced down to her own weapons she knew her pistols would not help, only her blades and agility.
However, she examined him further, ...He's pretty cute though I have to say. He still doesn't have a chance in hell... she thought with a chuckle.
"Why do you think it's 2146?"

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Another one? Why don't these people know it's 2146? Well at least she's given me what date she thinks it is, he was slightly annoyed at how everyone he's so far met didn't know what year they were in but he'd have to put up with it. "Why do you think it's 2146?" The strange woman asked, causing Dom to shake his head. "Because the last time I looked before having to fight for humanities existance." The hostility the woman was emmitting to Dom was really starting to piss him off, even after helping her out. "Listen would you mind lowering your.... weapons because this is one pissing contest you don't want to end up in." He revved up his chainsaw bayonet, the noise echoing through the dead city. "If I wanted to hurt you I wouldn't have wasted a shot on you, I don't have many left, and just chainsaw your skimpy arse while you were on the floor." He released the catch and the bayonet died.

He turned his back on the woman, probably a bad move, he couldn't helo but to feel she was waiting for a chance like this to stab him in the back. "I'm going to see if the kid is still where I left him, tag along...... Or don't since I don't really care what you do but I'll tell you something the noise I just made then has probably attracted more of your little friends in a five mile radius possibly more." His voice was flat, he was simply stating a fact. "Oh and you never introduced yourself.... Miss?" He called back from over his shoulder as he walked back to his previous location.

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"I'm going to see if the kid is still where I left him, tag along...... Or don't since I don't really care what you do but I'll tell you something the noise I just made then has probably attracted more of your little friends in a five mile radius possibly more....Oh and you never introduced yourself.... Miss?
As he was arrogantly showing off his weaponry, she lowered his own. He spoke the truth, and having him around would be useful, though his tactics were not to her liking.
"The names Hattie, and I didn't tell you because, at the time, you didn't need to know OK? And now that you have gone and made such a racket, I guess I have no choice but to come with you."
As she upped her step to catch up to him she tucked away her pistols, only slowing down once she walked beside him. Though he had given her the med shot and couldn't feel the pain, she still saw the blood, and the damage. Her knuckles were red and busted, sore to the touch, and her leg was still tightly bound in a tourniquet.
"I guess I should thank you, and apologize... But don't get used to it." she snapped as she glanced over at him.

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After taking a few steps to regain her footing she watched as a light grew a few feet away shining in the air. It looked as if the space around it was being sucked into a tiny black space. Before Hattie could approach it a mass fell through, a woman, and slammed to the ground. The light disappeared in a flash, leaving behind yet another victim.
Shaking her hand out to gain his attention as she slowly stepped toward the girl she called out to him, "Hey Signore, it looks like we have another one here, though she might not be so lucky. Fell right out of the damn sky. And look, she said lifting up a piece of the woman's strange clothing, "she got blood all over her pretty pretty dress. After wiping her hands on her knees she stood and stepped away from the girl, "She's all yours, I don't do well with... she looked back over her shoulder at the woman, "...floozies. I'll go find the bambino and meet you there."
Her hips swayed as she walked away from the girl and Dom. Looking back she tossed Dom a little wave before leaving his line of sight.
"By the way, the names Hattie."

It didn't take long for her to find the mound, and the boy. This one was dress like a pirate. Hattie stifled her laugh as she stepped around the corner, "And what the hell are you supposed to be?"

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"By the way, the names Hattie." Ace overheard voices. He got up, and someone stepped around the corner, "And who the hell are you supposed to be?" Ace looked at her. Strange, where was that strange Dom man? Maybe he was over there. Ace looked at her, "I'm Ace, Ace D. Portgus, do you know what's going on here?" He ran towards her, and looked around the corner, to see Dom standing over a woman with a dress covered in blood.

"Do you know what's going on?" Ace felt like panicking again. He looked around, Luffy was gone, he didn't even notice when Luffy left, "And have you seen my monkey? He better not be dead..." Ace said looking back at the mound to make sure he didn't leave Luffy there. Maybe Luffy fell off when he was running away from the creepy monster, was he eaten? Ace usually wasn't afraid when Luffy wandered out on his own, but this time, they were in unknown territory, and he was worried sick.