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[It's a view from the corner of a corner table in a dim saloon, with a shadowed figure sitting mostly in profile. A long, dark braid sitting along the edge of her jacket is the only visible hint of identity. She taps a soft rhythm on the tabletop with one fine-boned hand, not touching her drink.
The scant light is blocked, suddenly, as a stranger wanders over to her table. Miss Cameron doesn't look up.]
Keep walking.
[Apparently the warning tone in her voice is enough to change his mind, and the man walks (grumbling) away.]
[ooc; Miss Cameron, in your bar, throwin' out your rowdy drunks.]
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[It's a view from the corner of a corner table in a dim saloon, with a shadowed figure sitting mostly in profile. A long, dark braid sitting along the edge of her jacket is the only visible hint of identity. She taps a soft rhythm on the tabletop with one fine-boned hand, not touching her drink.
The scant light is blocked, suddenly, as a stranger wanders over to her table. Miss Cameron doesn't look up.]
Keep walking.
[Apparently the warning tone in her voice is enough to change his mind, and the man walks (grumbling) away.]
[ooc; Miss Cameron, in your bar, throwin' out your rowdy drunks.]
[Community Post]
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