Re: Hotel: Jude/War
It was her first time watching this. None of the others had managed to get upon any of their backs, but the moment the black horse stilled between the man with the slick shark grin, she knew and her eyes flared a bright, delightful poinsettia red. Finally. "The Horseman of Famine." A title, said as though it was his name, the only name he would ever have from her again.
The name he had given her -- Jude Murphy -- was a name from his past; who hewas. It was nothing more to her than Scarlett (the arms dealer), than Carmine the reporter, or Ruby the lounge singer who started a war between two crime families. All facets of her, traded in and out at whim so she could do what she did best. And now he had the same ability. What would he do with it? She wanted to see as there were none quite like him anywhere.
She grinned with honest pleasure, an almost sweet expression for someone who usually smiled like she was about to eat some poor soul. "I've been waiting, but now you must go. Learn. Ride." The last word grated out of her like the rapid expulsion of bullets through a machine gun. "Practice. Use what you've been given." The warning wasn't stated implicitly, but it lingered there in the shade of her eyes. "I'll find you in a week."