"Tch."
Patrick kept low following closely behind Allen, watching the backside in case someone decided to be heroic.
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| [RP] Go to post | 8 | Chatterbox |
Wed Aug 19, 2009 2:58 am |
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| [RP] Go to post | 8 | Chatterbox |
Wed Aug 19, 2009 2:33 am |
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"Stop. I'll go first."
Patrick slowly crept up the spiral stairs, on all fours like a cat, holding his gun in his mouth. Waiting in a dark corner his mask still reflected the dim lighting brightly as a lackey of the building began to creep slowly within Patrick's line of sight. Without think too put a silencer on, he fired vigorously into the mans body, only to alert more guards. "s**t s**t s**t!" He yelled shooting and running back down the stairs. "THERE WERE MORE!!!" He screamed at Allen, now firing from an awkward angle. Bullets grazed his mask, but nothing serious. |
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| [RP] Go to post | 8 | Chatterbox |
Wed Aug 19, 2009 2:21 am |
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Rising slowly to his feet Patrick slowly touched his mask in circular motions, feeling for anay damage to it.
"Hell we did way better this time." Scared women and children looked about, some wounded, most not fatally injured. Emotionally and mentally scarred? Perhaps, but they would be free soon, and, if things went their way, working with better jobs somewhere for a decent wage. "Let's head to the office, I memorized the layout of this'b***h before we left the states. Says main office is on the 3rd floor, dunno if any goons'll be wait'n for us. Take the stair." Surveying his surrounding, Patrick began waking to the stairwell, all was quiet, a complete contrast to the noise before. |
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| GAIA IS RACIST Go to post | 9 | Chatterbox |
Tue Aug 18, 2009 2:39 am |
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THAT CENTAUR HAS LIGHTNING! HOLY s**t RUN! |
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| [RP] Go to post | 8 | Chatterbox |
Sun Aug 16, 2009 7:39 am |
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((I'm just gonna, post whats in my head)) Slowly from behind a man wearing a rabbit mask, dressing in an all black suit meandered towards the oil barrel Patrick had pleasantly perched himself upon. "Hey, this isn't some run of the mill street job, ya'know." His voice was muffled, sounding almost as if it had come from a faulty speaker in a high school hallway. "It ain't like those bars are gonna do us any good." He stated quite matter-of-factly. "Well, you got anything to gimme, Allen? You we're supposed to bring the fire power this time. You know this old bar is just a good luck charm." Patrick said, twirling the bar high between his fingers before slipping it in between his belt and suit pants. With a slight hop, he propelled himself forward, knocking the barrel down with his momentum, signaling any security within the facility that company had come. "Yeah," from behind his back Allen revealed an Intratec TEC DC-9, handing it to his partner. For himself, in the opposite hand he held The MAC-11, a favorite weapon of his. The sounds of clod steel clicking, retracting, locking loading and preparing for a blood bath was as natural as birds singing in the morning air. The factories own steel churning old style smoke spitting pillars of sweat blood and tears would only become one of those elements as the masked men began to charge the door. "Hey," Patrick chuckled in a slight sprint, "What did the chamber say to the bullet." A sudden crash at the door, where the two men had entered alarmed the guards, women and children working in the sweat shop ducked as, they opened fire. "What?!" Allen yelled over the loud cacophony of ricochet. "You're next!" A tasteless joke, as usual. |
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| [RP] Go to post | 8 | Chatterbox |
Fri Aug 14, 2009 8:26 pm |
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Patrick sat on steel oil drum outside of a large dilapidated building. The sound of antique textile machinery rang through the barren area, as the air, polluted with smoke and toxins grazed against his porcelain cat mask. Blue stripes glimmered in the meager breaks of sunlight while he juggled a crowbar slowly from hand to hand. |
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| My Huge Giveaway! Win Midsummer's Swirls, Gee Bois, or 125k! Go to post | 1057 | Chatterbox |
Sun Jul 12, 2009 9:26 pm |
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| 怒り 怒り 怒り 怒り 怒り Go to post | 47 | Chatterbox |
Sun Jun 28, 2009 9:21 pm |
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WHAT THE F*CK JUST HAPPENED?! |
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| The Hidden Uchiha Village VOTING OVER. Go to post | 130119 | Barton OOC |
Sun Jun 28, 2009 6:52 pm |
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"STOP COUNTING SO FAST! GIGAS!"
A Large arm exploded out of the earth grabbing both Kaimen and Tier and quickly pulled them deep underground. Carrying them a great distance away from the Village. |
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| The Hidden Uchiha Village VOTING OVER. Go to post | 130119 | Barton OOC |
Sun Jun 28, 2009 4:46 am |
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A blade began to form on Kaimen left arm for the Armor.
"Naruto..." He said, holding the blade high into the air. "I'm probably not going to kill you. But, this village needs... well." He scratched off a piece of crystal with the blade. "I've been hired to destroy this place." Kaimen looked towards and began waving back. "He's my partner. He'll probably, need my help." Crystal piece hit the ground and began to to sink in. Kaimen, formed a few handseals and poured an intense amount of chakra into the earth, his armor seemed to sink with it. "You probably won't be able to fight this." Using another body flicker technique he was at Tier's side. "Are we done here? I can summon the Gigas if I need to." |
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