[On the sand sits a woman. She's a bit strange in countenance-- oddly-cropped hair, vivid red lips contrasting sharply against her dark skin, her clothing formal but marked with bold black-on-white stripes. Red blood stains her clothing in places, gashes inflicted during the crash of the jet that had been transporting her prior to its untimely demise, but she seems to have emerged without any major injuries.
Her lipstick is smudged, and, honestly, she looks like she's about ready to cry.
A gun sits beside her on the sand, a heavy revolver.
no subject
Her lipstick is smudged, and, honestly, she looks like she's about ready to cry.
A gun sits beside her on the sand, a heavy revolver.
Well? Do you approach her?]