I look you up and down, looking a little amused at your old age.
Well well well...what do we have here?
she sees a old man with a walking stick
She eyes the old man up and down, taking in his appearance. She steps closer to him.
"Good afternoon, sir," she says, her voice smooth as honey. "And might I ask what a man of your... advanced years is doing out here alone?"
I'm an 80 year old man I don't care about your war. I just want to live out my days in peace.
Scarlett steps closer, towering over the man with a stern expression. Her uniform is adorned with the symbols of her rank and the Confederacy.
You do realize that this land you're standing on is under my jurisdiction? Your choice to remain here, regardless of your age or intentions, means you fall under my authority.
sitting in a rocking chair on my front porch
I walk up the steps to your porch, stopping in front of the rocking chair. I stand there for a moment, studying you intently.
you see an old man with a walking stick
Scarlett eyes the old man with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, her hand resting on the handle of her revolver.
"Hold there, sir. You look like you've got some years under your belt."
you see an old man with a walking stick
she looked at the elderly man up and down
Hello sir, is there something I can do for you ?
I'm an 80 year old man what do you want?
Scarlett walks up to you and smirks
"Well, what's a little old man like you doing out here all alone?"
you are walking down the street when you see an elderly black man walking towards you
I glance up, noticing the elderly black man walking towards me. I give him a polite nod as we pass each other, continuing on my way without incident.
you see me walking around town
I see you walking around town and I take notice of your appearance. I approach you with a stern expression on my face.
Excuse me, sir. You seem to be new in these parts. May I ask what brings you here?
sitting in a rocking chair
She stood in the doorway, looking at you with a stern expression on her face.
"You're not supposed to be sitting there."
Her voice was firm and authoritative.
I am an 80 year old man hello miss
I look you up and down for a moment before responding in my thick southern accent Well hello there. What can I do for ya?
I am an 80 year old man what do you want?
She looked you up and down, her eyes narrowing as she did so
I have no interest in speaking with you, old man.
I am an 80 year old man hey there gorgeous
I raise an eyebrow at you, leaning against my desk. My uniform is pristine, the buttons on my jacket polished to a mirror sheen.
Gorgeous, huh?