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 Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 6:44 am
Dimitri leaned aginst a building on the edge of town, a cigrette, he finished it and stomped it out he turned to leave when someone grabbed him on the shoulder. "Hey buddy...pick that up" a man behind him said. "Oh sorry" He picked up the butt" I couldn't find a garbage can". "That's not a good enough excuse...wait a minute...your that guy from the bar who saw the gunmen right?...could you describe him for us. "Sure...let's see now...his name was...Altair...he wore a long black coat like me with a black hat, like me...he had white hair and dark eyes, he carried a pair of pistols he calls Sin and Punishiment...what else...oh yes he's the fast draw you'll ever see, dropped five guys in what sounded like one gunshot...well that's all I know now if you excuse me..." Dimitri turned and walked then heared some murmmurs and the sound of various firearms being loaded, the pump of a shotgun, someone pulling back the bolt on a rifle and four seperate revolvers being cocked. "Hold it right there...gunmen". Dimitri turned and started laughing. "What's so funny?". "You guys...you actually had to descuss it before realizing I'm the gunmen..." he Laughed. "So you confess!". "Yes I confess...that your a bunch of idoits" He laughed harder actually bending over then he strightened up taking a serious face. "but in all seriousness yes I'm the gunmen...yes I killed five government workers...and yes you'll follow the same path" He drew his pistols and fired them before they could react hitting three of the six men he faced. One turned and ran the others opened fire, Dimitri rolled and fired hitting the two. he holistered his pistols and picked up the bolt action rifle and looked down the sights, he fired hitting the last man running. He dropped the rifle turned and lit another cigrette as he walked out of the town.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:17 pm
(Ah, frick. Sorry, sometimes I can't get on. ^^; )
Harken nodded, and said, "Well, You've seen the Night Fowl." He hoisted the Pile Bunker a little, "And this little guy is the 'Longrum Special.'" He looked around, and continued, "And about those wanted men... they could fetch a good ammount of coin." Harken grined, and continued, "Well, Jo, Sal, if you guys would help me, I'd be more than glad to split the loot."
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 12:53 pm
"Wouldn't mind some money, my shop has been a little slow recently, and my bike could use a little tune-up. I accept" he said simply, sliding the Winchester's strap over the chair's back end, and going back to his book.
[aaargh, writers block. I hate getting such small posts >.<]
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 1:36 pm
"Uhhh... I offered that you go after the people who got away from me, and the you offer that i help you do the job I asked you to do," Sally said, as if she was interested in Harken and his odd way of doing things, "sure, I'll help. I'm the cop here, it's probably going to be bad if I don't help you guys out."
Then she turned to Johnny, "These are your only weapons? not, much compared to all the weapons I own," Then she went on to name the guns that she had on her and the ones she had at home. The total number of the guns that she owned was 103, although a few were broken, so the total number that actually worked was 98.
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 4:47 pm
Johnny looked mildly offended.
"I put some good effort in making these guns some of the best. This one-" he started, picking up his Remington revolver. "Is extremely accurate, has a lowered trigger pull, and has a slightly looser hammer to make fanning faster. And this rifle-" he put the revolver down and picked up the rifle.
"Has got also, very good accuracy, and the lever is made to move very quickly. Besides, with a pretty high range and 15 rounds, not many people who get in my sights get very far, if you catch my drift" he finished.
He then went on to listen to the list of guns.
"Thats more than most police forces have" Johnny commented. "The hell you expecting, the whole military to knock on your door for an all of them vs you fight?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2008 5:50 pm
((sorry for the late reply... just that my power went out shortly after my last post, just came back a few minutes ago))
"Uhhh, well, actually, there was this one time where there was three whole military platoons coming into my apartment building. Of course, that was a few aliases ago," Sally drifted into talking about her life, but then after realizing that no one really cared, she stopped and waited for someone else to talk, then come up with a thought, "oh, yea, you can come into the guild. We hang here most of the time. No cops think that I, a cop, would be a gunman, much less hang out with a bunch of them."
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 2:31 pm
Harken smiled, and said, "Well... that IS a good way to hide, I suppose." Harken nodded, and smirked, "Well, not a fan of authorites..." He shook his head, and said, "Woah, Digressing there... anyway, let's head to this guild, eh...?" He then conluded, "And... the reason about asking for your help was... well, you gotta restore your pride, right? Not let some stranger take your claim, right?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 5:14 pm
"Well, I get kinda antsy sitting around. You want to head out and get those men now, or wait for later?" Johnny asked, closing his book and putting it on the table.
He checked his watch absently, then looked around the bar. It did look like nothing much, probably why no authorities decided to storm it.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 8:29 pm
Dimitri had run into a few more government workers and was now hiding behind a dumpster well shots inpacted the dumpster and concrete around him. this...is not a good thing...not a good thing at all.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 10:52 pm
"I am not a good shot when I'm drunk. I don't wanna head out and try to take on a bunch of sober, if still weak, gunmen that I already failed taking out once, due to being drunk." Sally hiccuped, "Oh! sorry 'bout that," she covered her mouth with her fingers, "so I think that I need to head home and get some sleep," and with that, she stood and stretched her arms, which in turn stretched her shirt up to show her two pistols to a few drunkards, who, in pure stupidity, tried to grab at them. Sally managed to sidekick one of them, right in the place that it really hurts, and punch the other one in the nose, most likely breaking it. They both fell and held at the places that they were hit. Sally secured her weapons, including the ones that she put on one of the tables earlier. She stepped over the two fallen drunks and walked across the street, to an apartment complex about seven stories tall.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 11:15 pm
Netas laughed from inside her 'borrowed' helmet, watching some flat feet scramble helplessly away from a small explosion as she tore off on the motorcycle she had 'borrowed' from James. The explosion was mostly for looks, but it still did what she wanted; piss off the authorities. With a grin Netas reved the motor a few times before picking up even more speed. She loved riding on the motorcycle, it made her feel so free. Soon the town behind her was gone, and after almost a day's travel she was in a new one. She hadn't been here before..it wouldn't hurt to take a look around, get a few drinks, piss off a few more flat feet. Netas slowed the bike to a more reasonable speed and realized that she heard gunshots.
Her golden eyes quickly flashed around to make sure that no one was in the way before she took off again, turning a corner and kicking up dirt all over when she did so. She sped forward and saw several people shooting at a dumpster. Her eyes narrowed and her face hardened; they were government people. Netas reved the motor again and streaked towards them, and by the time any of them realized what was happening Netas had turned the bike sharply and lept off, rolling a ways before ending in a crouch as she watched the durable bike plow through the flat feet on it's side and stop when it hit the dumpster. Netas jumped up and darted over, making sure they were all unconcious before she opened the dumpster and one by one managed to drag, shove, and toss them into the trash. She then closed the heavy lid and dusted herself off, waiting for whoever/whatever it was behind the dumpster to come out. Netas kept her helmet on and her hand on her side, where one of her guns was located. "Ello ello, you can come on out now." she said while strumming her slender, dark-skinned fingers on her gun holister.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 11:39 pm
Sally heard gunshots as she walked across the street, but she didn't really care. That was kinda natural, what with all the authorities and gunmen who seemed to be in the small place. She stepped onto the sidewalk and walked into an alley between the apartments and a bank. She guided herself to her large house through the seemingly endless maze of alleys and backstreets of the town and, reaching her destination, took a key out from a side pouce that also held a few shotgun and revolver rounds. A few fell out, and she picked them up without stopping her brisk-pace. She opened the door and found that things were out of place.
someone had been in here, or is still in here. She thought to herself.
"Hello? Is someone in here?" She set down her large guns, but kept a hand at her right holster. She headed slowly into the kitchen, keeping her back to a wall. She took out her revolver and held it in both hands, one finger ready to pull the trigger, and pointed it at the floor, holding it up as she rounded the corners. Police-style. Well, she was one of the youngest cops in the city, what could you expect?
There was a clatter from the direction of the living room, and she jogged over to the doorway, her back to the only exit to that room.
"Hey! Come on out, and maybe I won't blast your brains out!" She shouted into the room.
"D-don't shoot me, please! I'm not here to rob you or anything," A man, about 5 foot 6, walked into the doorway, hands raised.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 6:47 am
"What the Hell?" Johnny said, picking up his Remington revolver so fast he was sure no one but a gunman could have noticed him move.
He held it up with one hand, the other over the back of the hammer, ready to fan it if need be. He clicked off the safety, walking outside. He didn't know why he cared, most likely just for something to do.
He spotted a motorcycle down the path, and for a split second thought it was his, until he realized his was sitting more to the right, and was right beside him.
He spotted a figure standing near a dumpster, apparently speaking to someone.
"Hey, who are you talking to?" Johnny asked, lowering his revolver just slightly, which he wouldn't have done if he hadn't of felt a violent tingling sensation in his wrist. That meant more than one gunman.
He stepped down, past the side of the bar, when he noticed the second figure. "Wait, don't answer that....I have an idea." he said casually, lowering his gun again, and taking his hand off the hammer. If he needed to he could still use his right thumb to c**k it.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 8:22 am
At the sound of a second figure Netas' hand gripped the handle of her gun, and she stepped sideways so that she could see in both directions out of the corners of her eyes. She still had her helmet on, so her entire head and face was still not visible from the dark tint. Netas slowly rolled her neck around; almost her entire body was tingling from her mark. Over the past several years all of her back had been taken up and now her stomach and shoulders were mostly covered by it. "An idea, you say..?" she asked, her fingers still firmly gripping her gun even though the stranger had lowered his. Netas heard some dull noises coming from inside the dumpster, but she didn't have to worry about them, she had taken all of their weapons. Netas planned to either destroy them or pawn them off in a different town. Netas scooted over to the dumpster then lept onto it, her heavy boots making a loud banging sound on the lid when she landed. Now she had two guns out, the safety off of them with both of the muzzles pointed in the air.
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Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2008 9:30 am
Show off Johnny thought absently, walking up to the dumpster. He noticed signs of a fight, with the sand kicked up and the sounds inside the dumpster.
"Did you..." he started, indicating the signs of a fight, then at the dumpster.
[Wow, short post. Writers block = sucks]
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