- - - A slender being gracefully walked with poise past the bar, headed toward the back. She captured many stares, many glances and many opinions, but her eyes were solely focused on a turned figure who had something to hide. Sure, the background noise of orders being called, the cheers from the pool tables and the low side conversations masked her arrival but the man she was after sat tense. He had to of known. He could hear the giddiness in other men's voices around him. They thought she was coming toward them. Finally, she made it to a small corner table and lightly sat down with one arm supporting her chin and eyes madly burning into the man's skull. He tried avoiding eye contract at first, but eventually looked up. "Good day, Miss Noreia. L-l-long time no see" His voice trembled and he reached for a handkerchief to pat the sweat already beading at his upper brow. She sat there in silence but her demeanor said all. Several moments later, in response, a slender finger tapped on her cheek. Boy, she looked mighty fine if you'd put aside the stare that penetrated the skin like a dull needle. Her hair was a deep red that complimented her fair skin beautiful skin. Her eyes were a dark mossy green, but not calming in any way. Her light frame made Mr. Jim, the man she intended to confront, want to wrap his arms around her and holder like he had many a time. Heck, she was even wearing the dark green trench coat he bought for her last winter and even upon her finger (though the wrong one) was the ring he bought for her years ago when they had wedded. - - -Mr. Jim's eyecontact broke harshly away from hers. He tried to recover his rudeness by glancing across the pool hall trying to get somebody's attention to refill his drink. "Mr. Jim," her voice made his heart shrink and his palms instantly clammed up. "I do not appreciate what you have done to me. I do not at all. And you know me probably way better than myself. This will not go unsettled." Her voice was like water over smooth rocks. Very low, clear and held something very haunting to him. Her eyes were still concretely focused upon him but she had moved her arm from supporting her chin to back under the table. She did not stir as if having the posture like a statue. " How dare you think you can do that to me" she finally broke her glance to look at a napkin that she began tearing into small pieces very slowly. "How. Dare. You." Her glare shot back to him startling him. Guilty.


- Name - - Noreia
- Age - - Late 20's
- Status - - Soon to be widow.