Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27743663-20161125025753/@comment-26571677-20161201103421

In the distance, the desert seemed to contract, and then expand once more. It continued this bizarre action repeatedly, eventually coming closer and closer to Gillian, until a man riding in the middle of the tornado of dust was finally visible, hands in the pockets of his long trenchcoat. A streak of red covered his face, the bandana preventing the particles from entering his mouth or nose, and his tipped down hat blocking and protecting his pure blue eyes.

Finally, just a few metres away from Gillian, the tornado calmed, letting the man reveal himself as he nonchalantly stepped out of the whirlwind, as if this was all completely normal. He walked briskly towards his would-be employer, pulling down his bandana onto his neck and flicking his hat up with two fingers before he got there, having a good look at Gillian while doing so.

"Bloody hell, mate! You live further in the boonies than I did! I swear mate, if the bikkies weren't good, I wouldn't hightail it here like I just did!"

It was only then that he realised that there were two other people standing around Gillian, he recognised one of them, but the other was a mystery to him.

"Memories! I'll be stuffed! Didn't think I'd see you here! It'll be good to bloody work with you again."

Next, he looked onto the other woman, nodding in acknowledgement,

"G'day ma'am, good to have a gander with ya', my name is Dust, Dust Mccree. Glad to be working with you."

With introductions done, Dust turned back to Gillian, and acknowledged him once more.

"So. When're we gettin' started?"