Post by r0zmurd0ck on Mar 6, 2007 22:19:48 GMT -5
When Roz enters she paints a perfect picture of paranoia. Tripping over her own feet several times, whilst looking over her shoulder continuously, one might wonder how she scaled the barricade to begin with. The dark charcoal eyeshadow(or maybe just the ashes of human remains? Who knows) cannot seem to drown the wide green eyes that don't seem to stop moving, latching onto everything in the room at least once...no, twice, before settling on the bar and the broad bartender that stood grunting behind it.
She stood still for a second, looking at him suspiciously as she inched her way over to him placing her right hand into the back pocket of her black daisy dukes, reaching for something but leaving it alone. He gave her a queer look as she strained to peer over the counter (having to stand on her tip toes being only about 5'3") for who knows what reason, stopping to only glance up at the him as he set his eyes on her heaving bosom, covered only by blood stained gauze and an overly large black fur coat. Apparently not finding anything too interesting behind the bar, Roz promptly sat down on a bar stool, glaring at the fat man for what seemed to be several minutes before mouthing 'rum' as she took out a pack of cigarettes and a pistol clip from her coat. Understanding her well enough, he poured her a shot while she pulled her long fading pink hair out of a tight bun and shook her head dramatically, catching a glimpse of Leon as she did.
She stood still for a second, looking at him suspiciously as she inched her way over to him placing her right hand into the back pocket of her black daisy dukes, reaching for something but leaving it alone. He gave her a queer look as she strained to peer over the counter (having to stand on her tip toes being only about 5'3") for who knows what reason, stopping to only glance up at the him as he set his eyes on her heaving bosom, covered only by blood stained gauze and an overly large black fur coat. Apparently not finding anything too interesting behind the bar, Roz promptly sat down on a bar stool, glaring at the fat man for what seemed to be several minutes before mouthing 'rum' as she took out a pack of cigarettes and a pistol clip from her coat. Understanding her well enough, he poured her a shot while she pulled her long fading pink hair out of a tight bun and shook her head dramatically, catching a glimpse of Leon as she did.