[color=662d91][b]Lorelei Jones - Town Square[/b][/color]

“Hi...err...Welcome to Salem I’m Steve cooper, good to see that more people are arriving” Steve stated as he held his hand out to shake. “Me and my business partner John Kaye are setting up a drug store and brothel in town...  if you ever need some chemical help or... som er-“Steve somewhat awkwardly tried to pitch to Lorelei but was distracted by gun fire...

Lorelei seemingly paid no attention to the conflict in the square, perhaps having been numb to the prospects of gunfire. She pursed her lips and narrowed her brow. Her raspy voice was quiet and direct. “Chemical help?” She smirked. “…The town hasn’t even been fully-built and you’re already trying to peddle drugs?” Lorelei let loose a weak chuckle, masqueraded by her breaths, and then met eyes with Steve. The eye contact didn’t last long.

[i]“Stay here... I’m gonna check this out.”[/i]

Lorelei watched Salem's token Dr. Feelgood stroll away, but she did not linger on it. She watched the conflict with intrigue, especially the large green man who referred to himself as ‘Rook’. She waited around, even after the crowd dispersed and mutant left, quietly hoping that someone would come to say hello without the ‘hello’ being a loaded statement, packed with a substance proposition. No dice. She stood up and started to wander the other portions of the town, leaving Steve and the others behind.

[i]“Rook not be beaten by metal cart!”[/i]

It was the mutant, again. The aggravated holler came from the edge of town. Rook was up to something else. Perhaps if Lorelei had actually listened to what the folks in the square were squabbling about, she’d have known. She strolled in the direction of the reverberating yell.

After a few minutes, Lorelei found herself at the top of the hill, looking down upon an interesting scene – Rook was moving a set of sandbags, arranging them in a way to make it so they could keep someone in town protected from bullets. He repeated the process of moving the cars next, positioning them on either side of the road.

Lorelei waved down at him. She raised her thin, bony arms in the air, showing off her imaginary muscles. “How about you let [i]me[/i] move those instead?” She had her usual shit-eating grin on her face, spurred by a refusal to show teeth but an inability to keep her lips from raising into a reluctant smile. She trekked down the hill, carefully ensuring that the slope did not get the best of her traction. She clumsily picked up speed on her way down, but managed to retain control.

After another few seconds of watching, Lorelei walked over to where Rook was working and folded her arms. “Lorelei Jones, at your service,” she said with simultaneous sincerity and satire. She knew she’d be of no help but she had to at least offer. She was being uncharacteristically friendly, but perhaps it was just the ‘third life’ debacle that spurred her to be more ostentatious and chatty. She outstretched her arm, as if to shake the mutant’s hand. She didn’t half-expect to get a handshake in return, but she offered anyway.