Myra opens the wallet and looks at the ID, running her hand over the flexible plastic with an almost curious look. She flips it over, and then looks back at the front, noting the birth date and the information she'll need to supply. The only time she ever makes a fuss over her age or weight, is to make the people asking embarrassed. Enough years of supplying said personal statistics and she considers the information little more embarrassing than revealing her eye color.
"We'll say 1958 for the year, I don't much care about the month or the day. As for guns..." Myra reaches to the holster at the small of her back and pulls out a small, gunmetal black Walther PPK .380. In one smooth motion, she removes the clip and clears the chamber before setting it on the table next to the teakettle. It's a smaller caliber, but it's certainly still in circulation, and reliable. "I'll need a permit for a concealed carry. I don't have a badge any more, and here I'm a nobody. The last thing I need is to be arrested for something like that."
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Date: 2009-07-09 02:40 am (UTC)"We'll say 1958 for the year, I don't much care about the month or the day. As for guns..." Myra reaches to the holster at the small of her back and pulls out a small, gunmetal black Walther PPK .380. In one smooth motion, she removes the clip and clears the chamber before setting it on the table next to the teakettle. It's a smaller caliber, but it's certainly still in circulation, and reliable. "I'll need a permit for a concealed carry. I don't have a badge any more, and here I'm a nobody. The last thing I need is to be arrested for something like that."