<strong>Aimé Brigitte Augustin- Landing and heading to the nearest bar. </strong><br/><hr/><br/>Radioing in to make sure there was room, a Hughes Aviation J21-D Mark III Devastator landed easily into its designated spot. The engine slowly powering down and the cockpit popping open allowing a petite woman to stand and quickly hoped down onto the hanger's floor, removing the white mask around her face Aimé's bright eyes looked up at the workers scattered about. Dressed in a black long coat she tucked her black gloves into her pocket, underneath the coat a ankle length red dress peeked out as she walked around. Stopping one of the men she pointed out her plane,"<em>If you would be so kind, I need some fuel, ammo, and also if ya could give her a proper cleaning.</em>"<br/><br/>Pulling out a bit of cash for the guy she gave him a polite smile before walking away, after of course warning those cleaning the plane that if there was anything a miss when she got back there would be a problem. Glad that the top hat she wore shielded the sun's rays from her eyes Aimé explored the town with a child-like glee, seeing the buildings that were once planes or mighty zeppelins always impressed the woman. Never once to pass up a opportunity to shop Aimé made her way through the stores, telling the salesmen to send her things to her father's estate in French Louisiana. Finally after a good hour or so she headed to the bar she happen to notice earlier.<br/><br/>Opening the door to the bar the stale stench of booze and cigarettes rolled with cheap tobacco, Aimé wrinkled her nose in slight distaste at the smell; she thought about looking for another but it was the one closest to the hanger. Finally finding a empty seat at the end of the bar she smiled sweetly at the man behind the counter, "<em>a glass of sweet red wine good sir</em>" the southern accent giving away her homestead to any that heard. Removing her top hat she gave a small shake of her head, loose black curls framing her face from the sudden movement. Placing it next to her she then removed her mask that hung loose around her neck and set it next to the hat, briefly she ran her fingers over the jagged edges of the white face mask a brief smile gracing Aimé's lips before snapping out of her thoughts.<br/><br/>Waiting for her drink Aimé pulled out her small fan, whipping it open she lazily began to wave the item as her eyes darted around curiously. Listening to the others inhabiting the bar she smiled behind her fan as the men continued to talk about where they came from; one could meet so many interesting people in their travels. Blinking in surprise Aimé snapped the fan in her hand closed tilting her head back just a small bit at hearing a very feminine voice mentioned hiring pilots. Not one to usually take jobs at random especially in a bar but 'something' inside her told her to say she was looking for a job, sitting in her seat Aimé continued to debate the idea of taking the job she just happened to over hear. At hearing the bartender shout loudly that the woman was indeed hiring she started tapping her chin and quickly becoming lost in thought as she weight her options.