Crossed Paths

All right back there, time to wake up. Ha hah! It's a beautiful day full of opportunity!

BELLADONNA
-----------------------as "the Hunter"

with PALMER
---------------as "The Siren"

CLINT
as
---"The Soldier"

and
DWICK------as
--------------------------HIMSELF

The car pulled up at the perfect angle, deftly maneuvered by the driver dressed in black so that she could step onto the sidewalk with ease. The door clicked open and she exited the car left foot first as her right hand tightened around the black cane, a white ring prominent on her brown fingers. A simple push and the door clicked shut, the car locking itself.

She started walking then, cane still at hand, her black coat protecting her from the chill of the wind. The crowd around her continued as normal, each uncaring about another person in their midst. Two black ladies strolled past, paper bags in hand, no doubt full of food for them and likely families as well.

And then he struck her. Brown coat and yellow tie. A terrible mixture of colors. And he was utilizing his phone as well without regard as to where he walked. The audacity of his speech, "Watch where you're walking pal." That was it. No apologies for bumping into her. None.

She stopped two steps later, her head slowly turning to the right, aligning at a perfect 90 degree angle. Her left hand rose and slowly brushed off the spot where the man had impacted. She continued on then, uncaring as the man fell down behind her first to his knees and then pitching forward. Others would try to help but they could do nothing. She was death.

[[OOC: As I am too lazy to make a profile for a dead character...]]

An aircar set itself down on the side of the street in a designated parking spot. A human woman with more scars than she had face stepped out, rolling her shoulders. As she stretched her limbs, protesting from being stuck in a cramped little metal box for the past however long it had been, a varren leapt out from under the seat. It growled as it shook itself trying to get rid of the lethargy in its limbs, but the woman placed a gauntleted hand on the fishdog's head. "There there, boy." She murmured, before she straightened and smoothed out her duster.

A few people turned to look in her direction cautiously. The sight of an older human with a sniper rifle on her back and a pet varren with her was more than enough cause for concern. She simply glanced at them for a moment before walking down the street herself. She didn't have time to deal with them anyways; she was far too busy to give a shit.

A gauntleted hand pressed against the locket she hid under armour and duster, and brown eyes turned into small slits for a moment. The galaxy owed her too much now, and it was about time for her to collect.