♠️Red Handed♠️
♠️♠️♠️Open starter with Lucy Ashford ♠️♠️♠️
Mm, sky's looking real pretty ma', you like it when the sun gets low, so you can watch birds fly off to nest for the night. Right? Lucy drags her stare from the sky to peer over to her mother, a pinkie reaching out to nudge at her hand. When her gaze lands on an empty road to her side, void any life and definitely not any wildflower laden field, the confusion starts to set in. Then again, this grass she's laying on is real cold. Where did—oh, right.
The world is spinning, there's a bitter taste in her mouth as she hazily drags her stare up to the Lucy shaped hole in the canopy she just fell through. With a grunt, she sits up at the waist, hunching over and rubbing her back with a gloved hand. In Lucy's state, she distantly remembers the reason she's in this predicament. It takes her a moment to register the thudding footfalls of her assailant coming up behind her. Without a second thought, she unholsters her gun and fires off a single shot.
It was an awkward angle to hold, thankfully she doesn't have to hold it for long. A louder thud echoes in her right ear and vibrates under her, sending a wry smirk stretching across her features.
"Watch yer step." Lucy murmurs as she leans over on her side and slides off the dented car she took a nap on. One arm braced on the roof; she hunches over as her boots slam into the ground. Her shoulder and hip twinge in pain simultaneously, a soft grimace escapes her as she holsters her gun and glances around lazily for any witnesses. She chose to lure her target to this side of town for a reason, everyone keeps their head low and their hands up.
That's usually the case anyway.