The Cuckoo's Nest

(RP is the reason I'm here, so hit me up. Mail, street, business district- anything. When posting or mailing, I'm always in character.)

My Past Is My Prologue

Karina stands against a lamppost in Downtown Los Angeles, her unblinking grey eyes stoically watching the sun set behind the hills. Her brown hair, tied behind her head in a low ponytail, is several shades darker than the long jacket the falls to her knees. The jacket conceals a holster strapped to her jeans, revealed as she shifts against the lamppost. A revolver rests low on her right thigh, in a gunbelt slung diagonally across her hips. The tall, thin woman watches several people walk by and tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear with her left hand- but her right hand stays on her belt. Silently, she sizes you up without any change in her facial expression before returning her gaze to the glowing dusk.