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[b][code]Zun - Abandoned Building.[/code][/b][hr]

[centre][i]Snip.

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Voyt looked back into the mirror with a critical gaze, turning his head from side to side to examine the state of his hair. He hadn't really gotten much chance to change up appearances since working with MIRAGE and as a result he had been going with the mangy wild look for some time, which had only recently been resting against his shoulders. Now it went just slightly around the neck and though the Gunslinger didn't exactly have access to any products it did look neater. Voyt briefly considered shaving all of it off to more drastically alter his look but if he were to be found it then it would only give him an even more obvious profile for any law enforcement.

[I][color=DarkOrange]'It'll do.'[/color][/I] He thought to himself, placing the scissors back onto the sink. Voyt turned the tap on and to his non-expressed surprise a small trickle of water began pouring out, he promptly filled his hands and and splashed it on to his face, slowly but surely erasing the jet black circles around his eyes.

After a while Voyt exited the room with his hat in hand. As opposed to his previous gunslinger getup he now sported a more casual look. Dark brown shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a black pair of jeans with his boots underneath. Voyt placed his poncho, grenades, shotgun and other assassination related instruments into a duffel bag on the floor, pondering to himself for a moment before keeping his revolvers and opting to place them in the back of his pants, hidden by his shirt. He didn't anticipate his new look would fool someone directly but with the crowd of people no doubt looking to head home with the tournament's cancellation, it would at least help him blend in. Voyt placed his stetson back on and brought it low over his face, slinging the duffel bag over his shoulder and exiting out into the sunlight.

[hr][b][code]Zun - Outside Airport.[/code][/b][hr]

With his head low, Voyt gently pushed his way past the Nomads swarmed at the airport arguing with each other, the airport staff and most likely anyone close enough to hear them. The walk from the town to the airport had been relatively quick with everyone mostly congregating around the arena and the airport either trying to get home or trying to start their own impromptu tournament in their anger. Voyt himself was almost swallowed up by the mass of humanity several times much to his chagrin, but now he stood a hair's breadth away from the pristine looking airport. Though there was no less people around he could at least breathe more and plot his next move.

He'd greased a pilot of a small crop duster type plane that with any luck should've been waiting inside to sneak him by security and out of this godforsaken place. But the cancellation of the tournament meant a lot more eyes and ears than the gunslinger had been anticipating. Pushing his way closer to the doors Voyt kept his head down while looking for any sign of his supposed ride out of Zun.