The Westies
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Arnem "Ace" Edwards
Arnem stood up from the bar seat, putting his things away and stuffing the small map into his pocket as he turned and began walking toward the door. He pushed it open slowly and stopped on the front porch of the small building. He looked up into the bliding sun for a moment before lowering his head, letting the mask on his head shield his eyes from the brightness. He readjusted the strap on his shoulder, making sure it fit comfortably on his shoulder before removing the small map from his pocket once again. He pulled it out and rotated it in circles for a moment before finding himself once again. He placed a finger to the map and followed one of the roads to Vegas, looking up from the map and checking to make sure he had the direction correct. He then double checked and placed the map back into his pocket, marching forward from the bar. As he began walking he noticed many of the citizens of the small town were standing around mostly confused from the gunshots, it seemed that mystery hadn't yet been solved. Arnem didn't want to know, he had work to do and finding trouble wasn't a good way to get it done. As he continued on he noticed a small group of people, but they didn't look like normal people, they were armed, heavily and each of them wore strange outfits, he wasn't familiar with the differen't groups of this area but he had assumed they were mostly the same as in the D.C., as he examined these individuals it was clear he was wrong. He tightened the trench coat over him and tucked his hands into his pockets, walking a little slower now as he examined the individuals from the corner of his eye, finding it curious but educational for what he might encounter once he reached his destination. He stopped for a moment realising he had gotten himself lost again and removed the map, leaning against the corner of a rubbled building, turned away from the group as not to draw attention, he again began to find his position on the map to make sureh is direction was correct.
Arnem stood up from the bar seat, putting his things away and stuffing the small map into his pocket as he turned and began walking toward the door. He pushed it open slowly and stopped on the front porch of the small building. He looked up into the bliding sun for a moment before lowering his head, letting the mask on his head shield his eyes from the brightness. He readjusted the strap on his shoulder, making sure it fit comfortably on his shoulder before removing the small map from his pocket once again. He pulled it out and rotated it in circles for a moment before finding himself once again. He placed a finger to the map and followed one of the roads to Vegas, looking up from the map and checking to make sure he had the direction correct. He then double checked and placed the map back into his pocket, marching forward from the bar. As he began walking he noticed many of the citizens of the small town were standing around mostly confused from the gunshots, it seemed that mystery hadn't yet been solved. Arnem didn't want to know, he had work to do and finding trouble wasn't a good way to get it done. As he continued on he noticed a small group of people, but they didn't look like normal people, they were armed, heavily and each of them wore strange outfits, he wasn't familiar with the differen't groups of this area but he had assumed they were mostly the same as in the D.C., as he examined these individuals it was clear he was wrong. He tightened the trench coat over him and tucked his hands into his pockets, walking a little slower now as he examined the individuals from the corner of his eye, finding it curious but educational for what he might encounter once he reached his destination. He stopped for a moment realising he had gotten himself lost again and removed the map, leaning against the corner of a rubbled building, turned away from the group as not to draw attention, he again began to find his position on the map to make sureh is direction was correct.
