<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://pursuitist.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/kate-upton2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Annabel Montgomery.<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown.<br/><strong>Date:</strong>10th April, 1876. (Roughly two months before game start.)<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening - Just before Sundown.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New Moon Saloon.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Everything was quiet, the world around her had frozen and blurred; her words were all she could hear. They echoed around her, full of sorrow yet peaceful; the tranquility resonated through her voice and every ounce of her being, though it was a forced reconciliation that would only last for the length of any one song. Her whole body was numb, though she could feel the guitar under her gentle grip, resting in it's rightful place on her skirt-covered thighs. Sat upon a wooden perch stool that could be found littered along the front of the bar, she was presented on a small, bare wooden stage; it couldn't hold more than three people at most, four at a push. It was how she liked it, only her and her good friend. When she sang, she made sure to project her voice so that it could be heard, but to her is was as quite as a whisper.<br/><br/><em>"I'm afraid to go up onto the second floor<br/>If you wanted to work it out why'd you lock the door<br/>I thought I was good at loving you<br/>But our light went out when you wanted it to<br/>I wish you the best, I'm headed west<br/>It's all I know to do"</em><br/><br/>Her fingers fell with a tender force against the strings of her guitar, her eyes closing briefly as she gently inhaled. It was almost as if her mind was separate from her body; she thought through the meaning's behind her lyrics with so much pain that she thought her heart would break altogether again. She managed to keep her expression serene to her blind audience and her song kept dripping from her lips like honey from a jar.<br/><br/><em>"I will fall, I will fall if you come around<br/>Just when I think my heart break has settled down<br/>I will fall, I will fall if you come around"</em><br/><br/>Darkness seemed to fall around her as she closed her eyes once more, only to open them with the last strum of her guitar and have everything return to normal. Annabel gazed over the small group of people in the Saloon, most of which didn't appear to be paying to much attention while a few of them clapped; none as loudly as the older woman behind the bar. She hollered with such ferocity that the blond had to flash her a completely empty, satisfied-looking smile, teeth an' all. Standing, the girl held her guitar closely to her as she departed the two steps down from the stage, her smile already faded. Singing was something she could get completely lost in and she didn't really care how everyone else reacted to her songs; it was her only escape.<br/><br/>Annabel was dressed in her usual work attire, a white, short-sleeved shirt complete with a dusty pink, under-bust corset, a white, frilly skirt that reached just above her knees at the front and extended to her ankles at the back, and a pair of white, lace-decorated ankle boots. If it were up to her she'd be in a pair of dirty brown, cowboy boys and pants; it wasn't down to her for a reason. Stepping behind the wooden bar, she place her baby carefully beneath the surface, tucking it under carefully so as to prevent it from being kicked around by the clumsy.... Letting out a heavy sigh, Annabel returned to her usual work, sipping the water she'd placed under the bar at the beginning of her shift. It was going to soon come to an end though; she could do what she pleased for the rest of the night. Doing as she pleased would probably consist of either sleeping, having a small amount of drink or working on lyrics.