[hr][hr][center][h1][color=D8899B]Mei Qiáo[/color][/h1][img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/831eedf412a514512e0dc548a3f2b35a/tumblr_nnw3ogF61s1ra5f55o2_500.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Newhope -  The Wrong Side of the Tracks[/center]

Mei hobbled quickly over to the West side of town. She immediately noticed the difference. It was vastly different. The buildings look like they hadn't seen any activity for years, but she was sure there were still people inside. She didn't know if they were homes or stores and maybe that suited them just fine. She pitied the people that lived here, but she knew all to well the world often led people to this.

She made her way down, sure she wasn't being immediately followed. She wanted to circle back and head towards the docks again. She also didn't want to stay too long in this part of town. While she was sure the dressmaker wouldn't rat her out if asked, if the Alliance officials looking for her offered money, surely anyone would take them up on it. She didn't want to find out.

She pulled her new duster up a bit more before she continued down the street, turning towards the docks whenever she was able to.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=8E0331]Jacqueline Croix[/color][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/46/f4/b5/46f4b5e47585919064aa8a09ddb866cc.jpg[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Newhope -  Lady Luck[/center]

Jackie didn't like counting her chickens before they hatched. Who the fuck came up with that saying anyway? Either way, she didn't like to, but it was hard not to wake up here and smell the fresh meat. It was like taking candy from a fucking baby. And best of all? They let her. If they didn't like it, she would either hurt them, shoot them, or sleep with them and made it all better.

Life was good.

Jackie made her way to the bar, knocking on the counter for service. [color=8E0331]"Who do I have to blow to get a drink here? Anyone? I'm seriously offering."[/color] She looked around. She debated whether she would opt in to a poker game this early or if she would wait until later. Either way, she needed to formulate a plan. She wasn't about to walk out of her without something of value, particularly something of value to someone else.

She liked shiny things. Oh yes. The shinier the better. She could see easy pickings from her seat, but that wasn't fun. It was all about the thrill. The con. Right now, she was just some broad in the bar, but she could be anyone at anytime and that made her warm and fuzzy inside. Lying. Deceiving.

Hell, she may actually find a baby soon and take its fucking candy. It was that kind of day.