{☠} — An unfamiliar face. This woman didn’t pose as a threat. Not yet at least— or anytime soon. Her expression said it all— a fair hint of vexation overshadowed by perplexity. One who strayed into unknown grounds and had little to no information to her whereabouts. That was a mistake on her part. Not to mention that she stood out like a sore thumb. A Normal who wasn’t repulsed at the sight of him, despite the dog tags that hung around his neck— the same couldn’t be said about the passing onlookers and their wandering eyes.
A strony gaze shifted, thumb caressed the pommel of his katana, the large roughened hand strayed as both hands met midair— shifting into various shapes; communicating. «Yeah. Welcome to Ergastulum.» The sounds of gunshots could be heard in the background, followed by screams which didn’t affect the deaf man as he kept his gaze fixated on the female before him.
✕♕✕
Body tenses upon watching the movement of his hands, some signs were recognizable, while other’s had seemed to confuse her further more. For the most part she had kept her composure despite the harshness of her new surroundings & the frustration of not having a clue of direction.
Teeth sink into the tender pink flesh of bottom lip, a n x i o u s l y but never would she allow her emotions to become a liability. Once his response was completed aqua irises come to hold his daunting gaze. How long had it been since meeting someone who had looked just as intimidating as she had, or even more so—- his eyes, they seemed so e m p t y.
… ❛ oн ɢreαт. Yoυ’re deαғ αɴd ι doɴ’т нαve тιмe ғor тнιѕ—-! ❜
Opened palm is pressed against forehead, in hopes to pacify an oncoming headache as heel of boot is dug into the pavement before deciding to brush passed the male & head out on her own. Aimlessly she wanders about town & it finally dawns on her as to why a man would carry a katana around; this town was full of crooks—-
A brief disruption of thoughts once a certain name was heard, ‘Pinkie’ & single brow is arched though she continues to walk, ignoring their taunts. It wasn’t until another’s grasp was felt closing around her arm that she pulled out her gunblade, sword extending outwards & skillfully aimed toward the appendage latched onto her in which her blade glided right through. Without hesitation she starts for the other members of the surrounding group with ease but fails to notice the gun hidden in the man’s pocket.