[For Druitt, Leah] I'm gonna rock this shit like fashion

[girlsolo]

The sun's hot and bright and Kate's eyes beg for the comforting black of shades. Apparently they don't have sunglasses in the Old West, which is obviously why all the pictures of the cowboy dudes and all the cowboy movie guys have crow's feet. 'Scuse her if she doesn't want them. The crow's feet. Shades, she'd pretty much kill for.

Tired of shading her eyes with her hand (her arm's tired, plus it's a lot harder to defend herself), Kate ducks into a men's store and convinces the ghost person to sell her a black cowboy hat. When she comes out again, she's not in the street again long when she decides this day blows. It might be fun, if she had someone to go hunt shit with. Rattlesnakes or maybe deer.

For now, she ducks into the nearest saloon. It's a little early to start drinking, so she orders sarsaparilla and bellies up to the bar. She hasn't been sitting there long when she gets bored and finds a set of darts. The ghost people aren't much fun to play with, and pretty soon she's playing by herself, sarsaparilla switched for beer, throwing dart after dart after dart at the board and trying not to think about people leaving.

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[genetic_deadend]

Leah made a vague, noncommittal noise, mostly to show she was still listening. When it came to causing damage, Leah vastly preferred to use her claws and her teeth--or her fists, since the other two were no longer an option. But she got the appeal of shooting a gun. Her dad had taught her to shoot as soon as she'd been big enough to handle a BB gun.

Her second throw isn't all that impressive, but it does manage to stick in the board. By the third she's adjusted and confident enough that she won't keep embarrassing herself. Leah could be stubborn as hell, but she was a quick study.

"So, what, do people bring in the boar the old fashioned way?" She glanced over her shoulder as she retrieved the darts from the board, and the one that had fallen to the floor. "Bows and arrows? Spears?"

[girlsolo]

"Traps, stakes, spears, guns--" Kate shrugs, then steps up to take down the girl's score on the blackboard. "Island's kind of catch as catch can for weaponry." And Kate had reasons not to want to be part of the hunting team. Weird, it didn't stick to rattlesnakes but maybe that was 'cause one bite from a sunning snake in the wrong place could kill William or Bonny.

She writes a K in her column and realizes they haven't gotten around to doing introductions yet. "Kate, by the way. You?"

[genetic_deadend]

"Leah." She frowned down at her score and huffed out a breath; well, that'd be a lot of ground to make up. Hell, she was probably screwed.

Oh well. She shrugged and passed Kate the darts. "Good to meet you."