Thread: A Bounty Hunter's Conundrum (BlisteredBlood x Candira)

Numbers. It was all a question of numbers. Kelly Luna had been hunted for a number of years and apprehended a number of times. Five years, to be precise. Only apprehended once, after which she immediately escaped. How long she had been in town here was fairly short, but she'd been all over the planet. And she'd been there for almost a year. Another number of consequence. It was all so much easier to see in full when you thought of it like that. Specific amounts of time with events attached to them. She'd be 22 soon. She knew the exact numbers for her time of birth, the date, the year, and even how long her mother had been in labor. Yes, it was all about remembering numbers... Life was so much easier when the emotions didn't have to be attached. At least that was what she had thought in the beginning. When Kelly pulled her first job on the company, that was how she operated. Cool, calculating, and ruthless. Then again, she'd been planning the hit for a few years. Since that time, Kelly had learned that shutting out your emotions rarely did any good. And she decided that the prospect of becoming an empty shell of a woman was not at all appealing. And as luck would have it, being in tune with her emotions helped her out of many a scrape with the organization and with her life in general. Unfortunately, she often felt lonely and sad, and she began to long for the days when she could just focus on numbers. But that was a different part of her life. A part of her that mattered, but was no longer important. So let him come. She was ready to play if he was. The brunette had been in the bar for quite some time, feeling the need to connect with people again. She laughed and flirted, danced and drank, doing her damnedest to have a good time. And she was. Sort of. It would have been better with someone who really knew her well, however. She'd been on planet for about a year now, and in this town for about five months. She was well-known and well-liked. And people here, she found, rarely gave away information on other people. A wise move. Sighing Kelly sat at the bar as she watch a new guy enter the bar. Instantly she was on alert. It was clear that he had a gun--a definite give-away in these parts. As nonchalant as he acted, she could see from the way he moved that he was no ordinary patron. Well, if she was going to get caught, she was going to have some fun first. Besides, she was getting tired of running anyway. Her hair was pulled back into a half up, half down do that made her seem a little foxier and a little sweeter at the same time. Her make up merely highlighted her best features. Her body was dressed for the place she was in. Skinny jeans that hugged her body, tucked into knee-high boots with heels that gave her a few extra inches without making her look too slutty, and a rosy red shirt that showed off her cleavage to its fullest while covering her up as well. She was stunning, and it would be easy enough to spot her once she left the bar to dance again. And dance she did. As a new song came on, she headed back out to the floor to tear it up. Her long legs and curvy body certainly drew attention as she moved like she was made for the music.