#beatrice001

[carringtonblackwood]

lady in red || cari & beatrice

Carrington had ashed his cigarette for the second time when the girl finally came out onto the street. Wearing red. Fitting, he thought. Considering what he’d just seen her do. Or what he was almost certain he’d seen her do. He watched from the beneath a string of fairy lights strung across the alleyway between two shoppes across the street as she locked the doors of the theater and headed down the way. Carrington didn’t rush after her. He didn’t even wait to see which direction she took. 

Her scent would be easy enough to follow. 

He finished his smoke, idly watching the other late-night patrons as they passed, and then tossed the butt in an ashtray before pushing lazily off the wall. He tucked his hands in his pockets, fingers moving idly over the beads of the rosary that was nearly always with him, and followed the blazing trail the woman had left in her wake. When he saw where she’d ended up, he huffed at the irony before heading inside and finding himself a drink. After that, it didn’t take long to size up the room and find what he was looking for. 

The woman in the red dress, and an open seat at her table. 

On the next round, Carrington cashed in. 

@beatrice-blaze​

[enragier1]

deadbeat witch and swordsman ❮beatrice❯

To properly revise his equipment became a major distraction soon after his arrival, it is a constant to find a rather private place to proceed on verifying his weapons from one on one. Knives carefully placed on a piece of cloth laid on the ground, as well his sword at the side for an easier approach and other supplies scattered among.

And at last, the gauntlet that remains positioned on his arm -- the string hanging from his arm is pulled, as to verify if it was still capable to move swiftly. He didn't consider removing it rather than testing it from the get to go, as he was alone and thought no danger would come if he aimed to a blank space. Who else would come along anyhow? Much to his bad luck, when pulling said string; the canon was loaded -- powder still resided within the barrel and a simple action sufficed to ignite it and fire the explosion.

However, no problem would have occurred if he didn't realize a figure was passing by the area and it was already too late before he could warn whatever that was to remove themselves.

His weapons shook subtly at the recoil, his body remaining in the same position and although he should have expressed slight concern on the possibility of harming someone -- Gut's face was intact from all emotion and presented an almost worrisome calm.

"Huh...,my bad."