"Another bottle, and this time make sure that it isn't water... again" At the sound of the voice the barkeep brought out another full bottle of liquor from his high end stock onto the counter. Before it could even land on the table a nail painted hand grabbed it out of the barkeeps hand and the body that it was attached to began to guzzle it down as though it really was just water. In comparison to the other patrons of the bar the girl guzzling down the liquor at the bar seemed more than just a little out of place especially when you would just consider the simple contradictory colors she adorned compared to the tattered worn out rags the majority of the other patrons wore. As Dylan drank all conversation in the bar seemingly halted as they stared at the girl with near disbelief. As soon as she finished the bottle the barkeep could only stand still as it crashed into the wall behind him, shattering into a thousand pieces. "What kind of shit do you peddle here!? Another."
"That was a bottle of my finest!" The barkeep was clearly no longer in a friendly mood especially after the girl drank 5 bottles and called it all cheap, watered down, peasants piss. "Pay up your tab now Dylan!" The barkeep was at his mental limit both from anger and disbelief that yet again no amount of liquor could get the girl even the tiniest bit buzzed.
"Like I am going to pay you a beli for for piss water. If you have a problem take it out on the thief you got that garbage off of.... I am so done with this place." Before she could get up and make her way out of the bar the sound of a bird fluttering though the bar could be clearly heard and as the bird flew threw it dropped a bundle of papers onto the bar table and just as quickly as it entered it left.
Before anyone else could touch them Dylan grabbed the bundle off of the table and ripped out the specific bundle she wanted, being the same that everyone else did. In her hand was the new issued and updated bounty posters for the south blue and as she turned from one posted to another her eyes met a interesting face "Byahaha... that little fuck stick Johnny One Arm finally got on the wrong side of the marines." As she finished looking at it she folded the posted up and stuffed it into her pocket. He did not have a major bounty on his head but it would be enough to get passage off of this rock, plus last she remembered the guy was a pushover. As Dylan left the bar she could clearly hear the sounds of the rest of the bar patrons rushing the counter to get their hands on the posters; first come first serve.
If I remember right the little shit tended to hold up near the slums by the docks, I got other things to do today so lets get this over with. On that notion Dylan used her leg strength to launch herself into the air and onto the nearby rooftops to avoid the streets and crowds. As soon as she landed on the rooftops she began to run across one rooftop to another, jumping over the both small and large gaps between the buildings as though she were making a swift jog over them. It was probably a good thing too as the further south she went towards the docks the more densely populated the streets became as they neared the marine base in the distance.
Within a few minutes Dylan had already made her way across the majority of the town, simply done when one can evade the crowed streets as she could. As she neared closer and closer to her destination she began to look down on the streets below as she passed over them to remind herself on every jump where exactly she was and as she did she began to recognize more and more objects in streets or better to say that she recognized both the run down buildings, shops, tattered looking people, and most importantly the stench the slums of the city tended to emit as though it were a slowly rotting carcass.
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"That was a bottle of my finest!" The barkeep was clearly no longer in a friendly mood especially after the girl drank 5 bottles and called it all cheap, watered down, peasants piss. "Pay up your tab now Dylan!" The barkeep was at his mental limit both from anger and disbelief that yet again no amount of liquor could get the girl even the tiniest bit buzzed.
"Like I am going to pay you a beli for for piss water. If you have a problem take it out on the thief you got that garbage off of.... I am so done with this place." Before she could get up and make her way out of the bar the sound of a bird fluttering though the bar could be clearly heard and as the bird flew threw it dropped a bundle of papers onto the bar table and just as quickly as it entered it left.
Before anyone else could touch them Dylan grabbed the bundle off of the table and ripped out the specific bundle she wanted, being the same that everyone else did. In her hand was the new issued and updated bounty posters for the south blue and as she turned from one posted to another her eyes met a interesting face "Byahaha... that little fuck stick Johnny One Arm finally got on the wrong side of the marines." As she finished looking at it she folded the posted up and stuffed it into her pocket. He did not have a major bounty on his head but it would be enough to get passage off of this rock, plus last she remembered the guy was a pushover. As Dylan left the bar she could clearly hear the sounds of the rest of the bar patrons rushing the counter to get their hands on the posters; first come first serve.
If I remember right the little shit tended to hold up near the slums by the docks, I got other things to do today so lets get this over with. On that notion Dylan used her leg strength to launch herself into the air and onto the nearby rooftops to avoid the streets and crowds. As soon as she landed on the rooftops she began to run across one rooftop to another, jumping over the both small and large gaps between the buildings as though she were making a swift jog over them. It was probably a good thing too as the further south she went towards the docks the more densely populated the streets became as they neared the marine base in the distance.
Within a few minutes Dylan had already made her way across the majority of the town, simply done when one can evade the crowed streets as she could. As she neared closer and closer to her destination she began to look down on the streets below as she passed over them to remind herself on every jump where exactly she was and as she did she began to recognize more and more objects in streets or better to say that she recognized both the run down buildings, shops, tattered looking people, and most importantly the stench the slums of the city tended to emit as though it were a slowly rotting carcass.
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