<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Josh_Brolin_True_Grit.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Christian “Spooky” Spectre<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 11th,  1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Babel’s Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>“…you wait for the law.” The Sheriff was shouting, which made Christian chuckle just a bit.<br/><br/>“When he shows up, let me know, Bilton,” Christian mumbled, likely too far away from the Sheriff for him to hear. Christian was not a fan of the Gomorra Sheriff, seeing as how Christian believed the man to be corrupt and incompetent. He can holler, and look scary, but there is a hell of a lot more to law enforcement than that. Hell, many places would prefer to call Christian an outlaw for the number of people he’s killed, and even he knew better how to run a town than Bilton.<br/><br/>Babel’s Tower went back to business as usual shortly after Christian wandered in.  Christian met the eyes of Abraham Solomon and the air between them might as well have frozen. Sloane had not intimidated Christian, and neither would this yank. Christian’s eyes dropped to the floor, however, the frown on his face deepening. Something terrible resided in that man. He’d seen a similar stare before, from The Man in Black, and now Solomon was at the top of Christian’s To Hunt list.<br/><br/>As he made his way to the bar, Christian caught himself humming along with the fine-styling of Tommy Flanagan. Spooky turned his head to view the pianist, giving him a short nod of approval. He liked the piano, always had, and found those that could play it to be mostly amicable and not likely to draw down on him. One of the few people unlikely to draw on Christian, and now that he thought about it, Christian had never killed a pianist. That put Tommy Flanagan on his good side. The briefest of smiles was added to that nod.<br/><br/>Along with the pianist was a very beautiful woman singing her heart out, and for a moment it had Christian captivated. His sister used to sing like that to the horses back home. If someone was watching very closely, they would catch a wetness to Christian’s eyes that wasn’t there a moment ago. Then she spoke and the magic was gone. He’d just killed a man, and she joked of a celebration. That was entirely unlike his sister. His dark brown eyes went from captivation to fury in flash.<br/><br/><em>Ah, hell. She p’rolly don’t know what’n the blazes just happened out there. Give’re a break, Spook.</em>He chided himself, taking a moment to soften his look.<em>No need ta scare the poor lass.</em><br/><br/>Continuing his scan of the room, Christian laid eyes upon Avery and Aletta enjoying a drink, and getting ready to leave. He gave another brief nod to Avery, having a great deal more respect for Avery than Bilton. Unfortunately, that was like saying a puddle held more water than a glop of spittle. “Glop of spittle,” now that is a good analogy for how Christian viewed the town sheriff. Avery, however, was a decent enforcer of the law, even knowing where his jurisdiction lay, and not stepping out of his bounds. The lawman was likely to only have cursory information on Christian: unbelievably fast draw, won’t hesitate to gun a man down, and a bit of a vagabond, but what gunslinger is stable?<br/><br/>Aletta was an unknown to Christian, which made her a threat. The problem with living like Christian did, most people were a threat to him. He never knew who was going to try to ventilate him, so he treated most people with the same suspicion. She was with Avery, however, and that garnered her a slightly gentler stare than most in the room were greeted with.<br/><br/>Corky was there too, and she got one of the few bright smiles Christian shared. She likely knew no more of Christian than Avery, but Christian knew who she was, or, more like he knew what she was trying to be. She was a good person. One of the few, honest, good people in this world. She was a kid, as well, which meant Christian was perhaps a degree or two more at ease around her than others. Not that kids her age hadn’t drawn on him, and been killed before, but he just had this feeling she wouldn’t cause him no trouble.<br/><br/>There was Li-Li, as Christian had come to learn the half-Chinese girl’s name. The two of them had not had much in the way of a passing, but Christian kept tabs on everyone he met, paranoia is a strong motivator to be knowledgeable. Since he knew so little of her, she, like Aletta, registered as a threat and he would make sure to note her movements.<br/><br/>Finally, Christian made his way up to the bar, “Whiskey, straight,” his gruff voice commanded to the barkeep. After being served, he threw the liquid to the back of his throat and tasted the burn. It was cheap, and watered down, but it was still free. Christian set the glass back down, tapped the bar with his index finger twice, and the ‘keep poured him another shot. He turned from the counter to look upon the rest of the patrons of opening day at Babel’s Tower, beginning a sip of his whiskey, and there she was: Ms. Virginia Whateley.<br/><br/>It was not that Christian was head over heels for the woman, though that possibility existed, Spooky just found the Whateley gal fascinating. Few were able to match his glare with a pretty smile, and it work, but Ginny could do that to the grizzled gunslinger. Her drawl and laugh could calm his fury long enough to let her diplomatically solve things. Words, nice ones at any rate, had never been Christian’s strong suit, and she found them as easily as breathing as far as Christian could tell.<br/><br/>The gunslinger wandered his way over to Ginny and removed his Stetson with his free hand, as his other was occupied with whiskey still, “Afternoon, miss.” His voice was rough, gravelly, and despite the recent shot of whiskey, he sounded dry as a bone. He looked as rough as he sounded. Since Agatha had left town, Christian found himself homeless. He was not adverse to nature, but things in the Maze were never easy, and Christian had seemed to had had a rough go of things.<br/>