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Post by Courage O'Neil on Feb 22, 2008 13:17:02 GMT -5
Courage walked proud her head held up high. If she werent wearing the old worn, grayish dress that shed had since being in the orphanage, she could have passed as a prissy snob. Though for her, it wasnt about being a snob, it was about not letting people think you were some weak little girl.
She was in brooklyn and brooklyn wasnt the nicest of places to be. When shed run away from the orphanage it seemed she had a sign on her that flashed, 'fresh meat'. Shed had so much trouble that first month, but she had learned. she was a fast learner, she observed and picked up some things.
Waltsing into Blackhawk tavern like it was an every day thing, she took a seat on one of the bar stools. She didnt look at anyone around her, if she did it would only welcome rude comments. She brushed her long dark hair over her shoulders and ordered a drink. |
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