EP | Kate Barlow | Outside/Main Bar
It's evening by Kate's watch, and just about time to head in from her chores outside. She hasn't been particularly loud as of late. Though her good mood from the last time she was in the bar hasn't dissipated, she has had a lot on her mind lately. So, she's kept to a routine: out in the stables every morning and evening, reading by the fire in the afternoon, poking around the library at night to restock, and then early to bed with Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.
However, tonight she's waylaid on her way back to the bar. There are a number of those 'demon bunnies' gathering near the fence line of one of the far paddocks. She doesn't think too much of it at first, until she happens upon more nearer the stables themselves. Huh. She entertains the memory of a conversation she once had, when one of her friends mentioned they made for good target practice. Well, she's never been that desperate.
Except, now they're cutting off her path to the back door, and there's really only one thing to do. She tips her hat, and sets her hand on the butt of her gun; and then she looks into those beady red eyes and smirks.
"You sure you devils are feelin' lucky?"
There's the sound of gunfire echoing off the lake.
Feel free to come help her, or catch up with her once she's made it back to the bar. ...Slightly singed.
[ooc: Open indefinitely, as I'll be available for threading most - if not all - of the weekend! You can catch Kate outside, or at the Bar. ^__^]
However, tonight she's waylaid on her way back to the bar. There are a number of those 'demon bunnies' gathering near the fence line of one of the far paddocks. She doesn't think too much of it at first, until she happens upon more nearer the stables themselves. Huh. She entertains the memory of a conversation she once had, when one of her friends mentioned they made for good target practice. Well, she's never been that desperate.
Except, now they're cutting off her path to the back door, and there's really only one thing to do. She tips her hat, and sets her hand on the butt of her gun; and then she looks into those beady red eyes and smirks.
"You sure you devils are feelin' lucky?"
There's the sound of gunfire echoing off the lake.
Feel free to come help her, or catch up with her once she's made it back to the bar. ...Slightly singed.
[ooc: Open indefinitely, as I'll be available for threading most - if not all - of the weekend! You can catch Kate outside, or at the Bar. ^__^]