Post by Nina Blackmoon on Sept 23, 2015 2:50:02 GMT -5
this is a man's world but it would be nothing without a woman or a girl
nina rolled her neck. to the left first, then to the right. she could hear a faint crack split through the stifling air of the office. she had only been back in the blasted state for less than twenty four hours and she was already reminded why she abhorred it. while her body was still accustomed to the heat she didn't particularly enjoy it--there was nothing comfortable about the desire to shed her skin in an effort to be rid of the sticky sweat.
all she wished to do was see her job come to an effective end and put this forsaken city in her review mirror. stepping into the cowboy dusted halls of high noon, she could understand why her bosses wished to buy the place and raise it to the ground. it was an eye sore from every angle. and perhaps she wasn't the most devout believer in the justice her people deserved, but she could certainly scoff at these white men's love to tout an era that was an utter nightmare for her ancestors.
if she cared at all about such a thing, she might open her mouth to utter an insult. but, fortunately for the work she had yet to do, she could care less about the namesake of her people or her past. her future--that was what resided in her focus. after having been vague about her appointment with colt jackson she had managed to secure a time slot. she was currently waiting impatiently for it to arrive. no matter how many times she had danced this particular routine, she never came around to enjoying waiting on another man.
once she was finally called forward she stood stiffly and absent a smile. she politely greeted the big man who did not look so big from where she was standing, "thank you for seeing me, mr. jackson." she had done this enough times to know when it was better to start with honey rather than gunpowder. she sat in the seat before him. "should we get straight to business or do your require a bit of fluffing first?" she asked now with a hint of a coy smile on her lips. she was curios--testing. testing how much honey mr. jackson needed.
all she wished to do was see her job come to an effective end and put this forsaken city in her review mirror. stepping into the cowboy dusted halls of high noon, she could understand why her bosses wished to buy the place and raise it to the ground. it was an eye sore from every angle. and perhaps she wasn't the most devout believer in the justice her people deserved, but she could certainly scoff at these white men's love to tout an era that was an utter nightmare for her ancestors.
if she cared at all about such a thing, she might open her mouth to utter an insult. but, fortunately for the work she had yet to do, she could care less about the namesake of her people or her past. her future--that was what resided in her focus. after having been vague about her appointment with colt jackson she had managed to secure a time slot. she was currently waiting impatiently for it to arrive. no matter how many times she had danced this particular routine, she never came around to enjoying waiting on another man.
once she was finally called forward she stood stiffly and absent a smile. she politely greeted the big man who did not look so big from where she was standing, "thank you for seeing me, mr. jackson." she had done this enough times to know when it was better to start with honey rather than gunpowder. she sat in the seat before him. "should we get straight to business or do your require a bit of fluffing first?" she asked now with a hint of a coy smile on her lips. she was curios--testing. testing how much honey mr. jackson needed.
outfit: featured in gif notes: i hope this is alright! TAGGED: Colt Jackson
Last Edit: Sept 27, 2015 19:06:47 GMT -5 by Nina Blackmoon
