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 Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2011 8:28 pm
Samuel Morgan  As I live... There is no evil that will stand... Samuel dodges the picks by stepping backwards, then spinning around the man, swinging his gun arm at the youth's head. Man over there has a gun, probably won't shoot with his friend in the way. He thinks, assessing the situation in the middle of his small fight with the man with the picks.
And I will finish... What was started...
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 8:44 pm
 The brown haired boy was clocked sharply in the head, sending him falling into the masked man's direction. They were at close range, and even in his disorientated state the boy still reached out to drag Samuel down with him.
The man with a gun saw his chance when the boy fell, releasing the picks but hindering the movements of the masked man. He didn't have any qualms about firing, but he hesitated when he wondered if he would be taken in for killing a minor. Debating the point for a second, he decided that there were risks in this field and this might as well be marked as one of them. "Git yer arse outta here or else yer gunna have ta eat sum o' this!" Releasing the trigger, he fired off a shot that was aimed at Samuel's abdomen. It nearly hit the falling youth, brushing past his face and breezing by the masked man's side and lodged itself in the trunk of a tree. "That was a warnin' shot! Now go on and get!"
The man that had been frantically collecting the valuables had finished his task, and took the time to leave the cemetery during the hubbub. He ran for the gate, using multiple tombstones as coverage and made it to the gate. It was an unspoken agreement that the foursome would meet up later, if possible.
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Posted: Thu Oct 13, 2011 7:22 pm
Samuel Morgan As I live... There is no evil that will stand... Surprised by the boy's tenacity, Samuel is dragged down with him. As he's dragged down, he hears the crack of the bullet embedding into the tree. Alright, so I was wrong about him not shooting... Wait, weren't there four of them here? He thinks, latching on a choke to the boy with his free hand, wrapping his legs around him to prevent him from scrambling free. "Quit... struggling, you!" He snarls to the boy.
And I will finish... What was started...
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2011 7:53 pm
Not releasing his hold on Samuel, the boy's face started to become red and held a tint of purplish color as he was choked. Soon, he would pass out or suffocate. He struggled, trying to attack a vulnerable spot on the man. Bringing his knee upwards, he aimed a strong jab at the man's lower abdomen and tried to flip the both of them over.
The man with a gun saw his companion leave from the corner of his eye, and decided he'd rather not waste any bullets. The intruder was occupied by the kid, which made this the perfect chance to escape. They could always just split the money 50/50, instead of by quarters. Ducking down behind the tombstones, he hastily ran out the gate of the cemetery and left behind the two boys to Samuel.
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 1:07 pm
▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓  xxxxx "Huh..? Where I am?" Lillian sat up abruptly. It felt like she had been sleeping for a week at the most; and it probably was that long. She was in the basement of her parents old home, alone, and blind to the actions that had recently happened. She took a quick shower, and got dressed in her usual gray tank top, thin leather jacket, blue jeans, and black Chuck Taylor's. She pulled her dark brown hair up into a high ponytail.
Lillian grabbed a can of Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup and poured it into a saucepan. She turned her oven on high.
She walked away to turn on her TV to the news. Nothing. "Figures. Sleep for a few days and the cable f**ks up. Great." She went back over to her soup that was now warm. She took it off the burner and started eating it right out of the pan.
Once she was finished she grabbed a titanium baseball bat, her knapsack of supplies and walked upstairs and outside.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2011 3:49 pm
Samuel Morgan As I live... There is no evil that will stand... Samuel lets out a small grunt as he's kneed in the abdomen, allowing himself to be flipped over and holding on tighter. He holds up his gun arm, then begins smashing it into the boy's shoulder in an attempt to render it useless.
And I will finish... What was started...
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 3:17 pm
 Memories are like shards of glass... Isaak Niigata Isaak was still busily at work. He had the shop looking spotless by the time he was done with the sweeping and dusting. However, he looked to the diner across the street through the window. What..? where are they? He looked intently through the window. He was dumbfounded on how fast they got out of there. Or was the images of them there just a figment of his imagination. He could still be worked up about the fight and not have enough sleep. " Zaak ma'boy.." The mustached metal working started." S'methin' the matter?" The man rested one elbow on the counter as he waited for the boy to turn around and fess up. " Sir. Why... Why I was just watching a bird pick some food off the street. I cleaned up as I always do, and I was simply using my break to enjoy the nature." Isaak played off his lie well with the added excited smile. be careful with the ones you still have.
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