<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/4491fcb8-f42f-42b6-bbd6-b1f08a1002fa.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF40FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Paislee</span></span></div><br/><br/>Paislee felt a grin spread across her face as Orca subdued their assailant,<span style="color: #0080FF">"...you will tell the female human what she wants to know, whatever it may be, or this one will crush you with his tail...Trust this one, that wouldn't be difficult to do..."</span><br/><span style="color: #FF40FF"><br/>"Thank you, Orca. These types do get a little pesky without help,"</span>Paislee stated as she approached, bringing her grin down to a wicked smirk. The man between the two of them seemed to flinch as Orca continued to swish his tail, dust slightly flying from the ground. When the man looked up at Paislee, however, he seemed to cower just a little more. It seemed he hadn't expected his game to have had the ability to fight back as he was probably lead to believe.<span style="color: #FF40FF"> "Let's take that mask off, shall we?" </span>she said as her lithe arm stretched out and she gently dragged the man's ski mask off. She gave a sigh, as if his unmasking was a sad chore she simply had to do.<br/><span style="color: #FF40FF"><br/>"Now, sir, we know your face. Give a name to it. Don't leave me waiting--Orca here tends to get impatient," </span>she said as she gestured towards Orca's still agitated tail. The man's green eyes and red hair seemed to shine in the desert sun, and his pale skin was flushed bright red and covered with a sheen of sweat. He sputtered, clearly just a thug for hire--one with a sense of self-preservation,<span style="color: #FFBF00">"M-my name is Meakel. Marqu sent me. He s-said that h-he should have finished-d the j-job the first t-time." </span><br/><br/>Paislee's expression had turned a little more serious when she heard Marq's name. She had a feeling he would try for some sort of vengeance, but to stoop to a public display? Well...she supposed she shouldn't be that surprised. He had taken out an entire block only years prior. There had been no consequences for that.<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Why did you do it? For money, I presume?" </span>Paislee probed in a bored tone,<span style="color: #FFBF00">"N-no! Only...well, I just...I have a f-f-amily and I just, I needed the money!"</span>he admitted, his eyes watering as he looked to the ground in shame. Paislee felt for him, she did, but...<br/><span style="color: #FF40FF"><br/>"Seems you've made a name for yourself,"</span>she stated, nodding her head towards a wanted poster with the man's face plastered to it. There was a decent bounty on his head, it seemed. The man cringed at Paislee's tone, cowering a little more.<span style="color: #FFBF00"> "Please, my family! I have a family! Who will support them!? Please, let me go!"</span>the man begged as the woman in front of him pulled a machete off of a civilian's hip. She stood straight in front of the man, lifting his chin with her soft fingers,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Do not worry for your family. I shall give them the bounty..."</span><br/><br/>And with that, she took a step back and swung the machete in one smooth motion. In less than a second a thud was heard--Paislee called for a leather bag, a citizen quickly did as bid. She looked to Orca as she put the head in the bag,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"Seems our common goal has made his move. Now let's go collect that bounty."</span>Paislee then walked towards the wall the poster had been, tearing it down and glancing over the information. It would be easy enough to collect the bounty, assuming there wasn't a new one over her own head. Knowing Marqu, he likely had already devised a plan to make her life more difficult than it already was. He never had qualms about it before, now would likely not be different,<span style="color: #FF40FF">"We might have to get help."</span>