[IC] Blackheart 1x1 Industrial Age/Fantasy RP

[oOWonderKinOo]

After stepping out from the bath, Amelia slowly opened the door and peered her head out to see if the coast was clear. She had heard someone walk into the room earlier, but they must have left. Spotting a couple boxes with cloth sticking out, she shot from the door, grabbed them, then ran back to her bathroom fortress. Locking the door behind her, she opened the boxes hurriedly. It was more from being excited than anything. Holding up the dress, she pressed it against her and smirked. Not bad, it might not be too big. It had been a long time since she found a piece of clothing that fit her better. She put it on and turned in the mirror. It was a little bit big, but loose was always good for moving around. The guy made a very good guess. Then her eyes lingered down to the other box, that she knew probably contained shoes. Glancing back at her old rotting one, she leaned down and grabbed the box. They were standard leather work boots. Not ornate in the least, but practical, which she liked. After getting fully dressed, she pulled her wet her back with a cord from her old boots. It would have to do until she could afford a better method to tie up her hair. Amelia glanced back into the mirror one more time and nodded. Though she looked very thin from being malnourished, she didn't look as bad as she did before. Not a bad look to starting talking about the job she accepted. Pocketing the room key, she made her way down stairs into the Inn lobby. It took her a moment to spot his hat then she slowly walked over to the table. Not bothering to ask permission to sit, she pulled out the chair across from him and plopped down rather ungracefully. "Thanks for the clothes and shoes and..well the other stuff." She said rather quickly while straightening up then extended her hand for him to shake it. "I should tell, my name is Amelia. The lady called you Rhett, should I call you that or simply boss?"

[TheMusketMan]

He watched her walk over to him. She didn't look too bad, a bit thin, but he could fix that. She sat down and properly introduced herself and he shook her hand. "Just call me Rhett, darling." he replied. The innkeeper's daughter, a pretty blonde girl, came up to their table with two big bowls of beef stew, she set it down with a shy look at Rhett then hurried off before he could thank her. "Bon Appetit." he said, picking up his spoon.

[oOWonderKinOo]

Darling? Again? She arched an eyebrow at him. Though it was normal for women to be addressed this way, she didn't like it. It would suggest closeness when there was none. Especially with Rhett, the idea of closeness made her stomach lurch. Not only was he a stranger to her, but he was also a pushy obnoxious man who seemed to have a white knight complex, not that she wasn't currently receiving benefits from it at the moment. Amelia eyed the younger blonde girl and smirked at her with her elbows on the table. She picked up her spoon and gestured at her once she scurried away. "I think she fancies you.", she chuckled then took quite a few spoonfuls of stew. It tasted great, but anything would taste wonderful to someone if they hadn't eaten properly in a long time. Looking up at him between large spoonfuls, she slurped and wiped her mouth on her bare wrist. "This is very good, thanks.", she gulped then belched through her nose. Not thinking to excuse herself, she continued, "What sort of work would you have me do? I can read and write and do some manual labor." She knew he was going to mock her about the last bit. Once she had a few good meals, she would build up her strength again and would be more useful.

[TheMusketMan]

He refrained from smiling at her comment about the girl. Then she asked about the work. "Digging through dirt. That's all we'll be doing. Protecting the scholars from grave robbers that won't come. It's an easy gig, if a bit boring." He ate a big chunk of meat from the bowl. "They usually have wade through the mud looking for bits of stone and crap, but that'll be your job now. When they want me to go into a cave filled to the brim with bats, you'll go in instead." He slurped up some of the juice. Maybe she'll take that stick out of her ass if she thinks she's useful. The Inn door slammed open and a rowdy bunch of men came in, being loud and smelling bad. Rhett's eyes narrowed. They're from a local gang, this is probably not gonna end well.The men went up to the counter, and talked to the Innkeeper. She had an indignant look on her face that turned quickly to fear. Rhett scowled and got up, and started walking towards them.

[oOWonderKinOo]

She nodded when he mentioned the details. She wouldn't blame him for wanting to stick her with the dirty bits of the job, but she was fine with it. Bats didn't bother her too much. She saw plenty rats in her lifetime and bats were a lot like rats to her except for the whole flying bit. Finishing her food, she leaned back and sighed feeling full and tired. Amelia watched as a group of men came into tavern. She knew their faces. It was time to go upstairs before things got rough. She didn't live to be 25 by being stupid. Watching Rhett get up to confront them made her snort. Looks like someone wants to play hero, fine then. While Rhett rough housed with a bunch of men, she would be sleeping in the first bed that wasn't filled with bed bugs in years. Amelia took the long way around to get to the stairs and made her way back to the room. The possible violence also reminded her that she probably needed to obtain some sort of knife. A gun would be silly for close quarter altercations. (edited)