The Morning After

featuring Eleanore and Sundance

Eleanore

You see a young woman in her late teens or early twenties. Her body is slender, almost painfully so, her height just below average, and her movements almost cat-like. Her long, slightly wavy brown hair, full of golden-red highlights, hangs loosely down her back. Her vibrant green eyes shine brightly and her small lips are usually curved in an impish smile.

She wears a faded and worn dark green dress which fits her well. The dress, made of a velvety material, falls to just above her knees and emphasizes her slender body and bright green eyes. Finally, upon her left wrist is a single silver bracelet while upon her feet are a pair of well-used black docs.

--==--==--Sundance, in Normal Clothes--==--==--

A tall man of about 6'2, perhaps 6'3 stands before you, ice-blue eyes regarding you in return with the expression of casual distrust. Indeed, it is though that because he did not know you, he is somehow distrustful of you. But, in this day and age, it is simple survival not to trust the wrong people.

His general build is thin; something easily seen. Indeed, he possesses not the extremely broad shoulders, nor the massive muscular build one might expect of someone his height. Instead, he appears lean, quick, and wiry, possessing a natural agility, dexterity, and quickness of movement. His movements, from what you can see of them, are deft, yet graceful as though each and every movement was carefully planned and thought out.

Most of the time, the bulk of what he wears is covered by a long trenchcoat that hangs down to the middle of his long legs. A light tan in color, it does nothing to attract attention to him; appearing normal in the extreme, if one might call it that. Interestingly, he most often has his hands inside of his jacket, resting upon his belt. This is something that one may perhaps consider odd, for most would place their hands in their pockets. Careful observation would show why, with the slight glint of metal upon his hips. And, if one looks closely at the narrow partition where his hands enter his coat, one would see the brass shapes of bullets upon his belt, which would reveal itself as a western-style leather gunbelt. This proves the man is armed, but with exactly what is a good question.

Not only does his gunbelt give the 'western' air, but the whole figure has a 'western' look to him, from the powder blue shirt just barely visible beneath his coat, to the tough, denim pants he wears. Below these, the unmistakable brown leather of hand-tooled common's boots are visible, done in the 19th century style. Upon his head, he wears a wide-brimmed cowboy hat, black in color. Beneath it, sandy colored hair pokes out. Slightly long, it is, reaching the back of his neck. His face is handsome, though you may notice he sports an almost permanent five o' clock shadow.

Carrying:
Box of .45 rounds
Citadel Issue Rifle
5"Buck-Knife
Colt .45

Eleanore is sitting on the day bed on the far side of the room, pulling on a pair of panties - green dress already on and boots waiting patiently by the side of the bed. The room is quiet; apparently she hasn't noticed Sundance waking up in the chair.

Sundance stirs slightly, his rifle having migrated to his lap again during the night for whatever reason. Yawning; he looks upwards to the ceiling, giving a quiet sigh as he realizes where he is. No Kalika. Nonetheless, he stretches; not noticing Eleanore until after a moment. Even then, he doesn't give her much more than a cursory glance.

Eleanore's eyes move over toward Sundance as he stirs, now fully dressed. "Are you awake?" she asks, quietly. "I'm going out in a few minutes." she says. "Will you be alright here?"

Sundance stretches. "Ah've gahht tah gah ahut mahself.." He murmurs; rising smoothly. He doesn't waste time, rather begins folding the loaned blanket. "Ah'ta see sahmeone at t'citadel."

Eleanore nods as she slips on her boots, expertly lacing and tying. "In that case, I'll walk you part of the way. I need to talk to my manager at the Cathedral and go to the Bank. How did you sleep by the way?"

Sundance shrugs. "Ahbaht ahs wahll ahs ah'm sahure yeh kin' imagn'." he says, quietly. He stretches once again, before he bends; buckling on his gunbelt, and slinging the bandolier of cartridges across his shoulder. This done, he pulls on his trenchcoat to hide the lot of it; taking up his rifle as he does so. "Ahw far?" he asks, absently.

Eleanore gets to her feet, ready at last "You can walk me to the Cathedral. It's not far. I trust you don't object" she says, sounding almost like Kalika. "If you . . . if you'd rather not sleep in yours and Kalika's room . . . " she starts, a little hesitant.

Sundance looks to Eleanore. "See, t'ahdeah ah deahth bahthers me, seein' where ah cahme frahme, if'n yeh kill sahmeone, they stah thahy way." He gestures towards the door, quietly. "Ah'n ah dahn't mahnd, frahnkly."

Eleanore frowns slightly, struggling to make sense of Sundance's accent "Pardon?" she asks. "So, would you like another room?" She steps out of the room, just ahead of Sundance.

Sundance shakes his head. "Ah'm ahlraht." he says. "Ah'll ahve 'er sahummned befhare lahng." He looks around; quietly. "When wereyeh wahn'tin tah leahve? Ah ment ah dahn't mahn'd wahlkin yeh.."

Eleanore turns back, a radiant smile lighting up her face - bright green eyes, identical to Kalika's, equally alight "Oh, thank you! I was hoping you wouldn't ask me . . . summonings can so easily go wrong. I'm still getting over my last one." She pauses before going on. "I'd like to leave now, if you don't mind?"

Sundance shakes his head. "Ah dahn't mahnd." he says. He's not too bothered by her similarity to Kalika. It's to be expected, because she's her mother after all. "Ah'n gah'in tah ahve sahmeone at t'cidatehl do it. Or, yeh cahuld ahsk t'guy who rahns t'cathedral tah ahve it dahne.."

Logged and edited by Ele.