This was a recruitment mission. The white-blonde haired woman didn't come unarmed, although her right hook was all she needed, she still carried the pocket knife that she had stolen from her brother. She carried it in the pocket of her leather jacket. She really wasn't looing for conflict, not really, anyways. Instead, she was looking for allies. Real allies, too, not... whatever the Chaos Hell alliance was. Although she supposed she was technically a part of that side, it didn't really seem like the loyalties were too strong; after all, technically she probably shouldn't have stabbed Pinesimmer in the chest, and Cradlegrave probably shouldn't have shot her in the face. If she was going to survive this game, whatever the game was, she needed to think logically and diplomatically. She needed someone she could trust, or at least trust more than the others on the island. She wasn't sure she could trust any of them, really, but this would be a good excersise.

She leaned against the pillar, her eye constantly sweeping across the world below her. She had found that she had a penchant for heights since this little game started; after all, what better vantage point than as high as possible? It also gave her a faint sense of comfort; after all, it made her less likely to be attacked. As far as she knew, the Shotgun Cowboy was the only one with a gun, so staying off the ground was not the worst idea she'd ever had.

It was then that the first other human happened to walk below her perch. Although it was tempting to throw more rocks, she had a couple in her right pocket, she figured she'd might as well give non-violence a shot. So, instead, she performed her rendition of the lunch lady whistle to get the person's attention. "You, down there. What's your name?"
aspen : 10 health, mega defense, rage offense