<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/20/Christian_Bale_Cowboy_3.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Christian Specter<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4th<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Casino Morongo<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>The Event, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Christian had never been a big fan of crowds. It was not that he was frightened of them, as no one could really tell you what scared Spooky, what made him tremble in his boots, it was just that crowds involved a lot of people. Christian had never been a big fan of people. In fact, he had rarely met a person he actually liked. Agatha Dunwich had been one such person, and she had introduced him to another by the name of Lady Elizabeth Boyle. She was decent folk. Damn pretty too, if anyone asked Christian.<br/><br/>Christian had been within, nursing a mug of beer, and watching as people came and went. He had kept to himself however, trying to be as unnoticed as a gunslinger of his reputation could be. Christian did not expect the Man in Black to just appear at the bat-wing doors and be on the other side of his iron sights. He had been hunting the bastard too long for that. He had been hunting period too long for that. The gathering had become a bit too intrusive for Christian's tastes, so he had stepped out to grab a bit of fresh air.<br/><br/>The night was dark, and cool. Christian was taking a brief break to chew his tobacco in peace outside the Casino. He had spent a few hours there now, leaving the girls at home so he could get some hunting in. The Man in Black was in Gomorra, Christian knew it, it was just a matter of patience in finding him. The Casino was the perfect food plot for one like The Man. It was swanky, unquestioning, and made a great place to wet his lips in between murder and rape. Christian always got his best leads on the Man from places like Morongo.<br/><br/>The first scream got Christian’s attention, though if any were looking at him, it would have seemed quite the opposite. Christian was smarter than to run after it immediately. The first scream was bad, but there would be another one, and he could get an idea of the direction to head. The second scream erupted, and Christian tightened his hat and began moving towards the source. There was always a second scream.<br/><br/>His pace was slow, measured, just like his breathing. He grabbed Reaper from its holster and double checked its ammo, making sure he had placed fresh rounds in his favored weapon. A few steps later and he re-skinned the iron. Doc was off his back shortly after, and he continued his saunter towards the noise with the rifle in his fist just above the lever.<br/>Looks like he was going to be hunting tonight after all, his target had just changed. Christian hoped to be one of the first ones there. There was bound to be a big gaggle of people gawking, and Christian had never been a big fan of crowds.