Open Post [with Joshua Graham]
Oct. 12th, 2014 12:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[They call him the Burned Man. Well, they aren't wrong. Anyone with eyes could see that, or at least, the bandages and the char marks they hid. They might also notice the riot guard armor, the rolled up sleeves with soft black threads that spoke of a tribe who never knew if they should fear or love him, so they went with both. There's the gun, with letters carved in Greek and snakeskin on the grip, distinctive even at a distance. If you're very, very unlucky, perhaps took a job from the wrong sort of person, it may very well be the last thing you see.
Don't feel too bad about it. You wouldn't be the first.
But for now, Joshua Graham sits where he usually does, at the neck of a cave, stockpiling weapons and gazing down their barrels the same way some folk play Caravan by themselves or organize their desk drawers. Something to do with their hands that doesn't take too much effort. Automatic.
Of course, that doesn't mean he can't talk. And, let's face it, that's probably why you're here.]
Welcome. If you're looking to trade, speak with me. I'll do what I can.
Don't feel too bad about it. You wouldn't be the first.
But for now, Joshua Graham sits where he usually does, at the neck of a cave, stockpiling weapons and gazing down their barrels the same way some folk play Caravan by themselves or organize their desk drawers. Something to do with their hands that doesn't take too much effort. Automatic.
Of course, that doesn't mean he can't talk. And, let's face it, that's probably why you're here.]
Welcome. If you're looking to trade, speak with me. I'll do what I can.