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 Posted: Mon Dec 04, 2006 2:54 pm
Pausing to wait to see if the new comer does anything weird. Use to having bad timing, Dom honestly wasn't surprised that no one came into the store til the exact moment he was being handed a big a** gun. He quickly pockets the ammo and card and slides the pistol into a side holster that he bought at the first shop he stopped at today.
"No thanks, I have to be going now, but I'll be sure to come back when I need more 'supplies.'" He mumbles to the store owner and quickly shuffles out of the store trying to look natural without having to look in the direction of the other customer.
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Posted: Tue Dec 05, 2006 6:00 pm
"Okay then, come back whenever."
He said returning the clip to it's spot above the shelf. His attention then shifted to the man who was standing by the entrance.
"May I help you?" Mark said turning off the computer monitor, pushing it aside, and returning the keyboard into the side of the counter.
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 10:29 am
Cobald waits until the other customer is already out the door before walking up to the counter. Trying not to look freaked out, and knowing he is doing a bad job of it.
"Um..yea...I'm in the market, as it were, for a gun. A handgun...something small, but with stopping power. I'm kinda new at the whole gun thing, so I'm not sure what to get. But I know I need...protection."
He tries to look the shop keep in the eyes, but he is having a hard time stopping his gaze from wandering to the floor.
~How did it come to this? Its all that Terry's fault! He always comes to me with some hair-brained scheme, and it always blows up in my face! MY face! Never his, I always get the short end of the stick. I don't know why I keep letting him talk me into these things. Sure, there are a lot of creds to be had, but breaking the security at major research labs is dangerous!~
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Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 12:35 pm
Mark stared at the man for a few seconds, he could tell he was scared, but of what?
"What style of handgun, Semi-auto pistol, revolver, machine pistol? It's easier to get the gun you want if you know what style you like the best."
he said with a small smirk. He'd never really seen anyone come in with such a vague idea of what they wanted to purchase.
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Posted: Sat Dec 09, 2006 11:14 am
Cobald almost started scratching his head, but he stoped himself when he realized he still had his claws out from when he was working in the lab.
"Hmmmmm." ~tough decision~ Cobald thought to himself. ~I really have no idea what I need.~
"Just something small....easily concealable...What did you say? Semi-auto? Hmmm, that sounds good. What do you have like that?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 10, 2006 5:17 pm
He smirked, clearly this was the customer's first time purchasing a firearms.
"Well can you tell me what you need this handgun for? It would help in picking out a proper one for you."
Mark didn't want to give the man the wrong type of pistol he was looking for so he tired to get as much information on the pistol's use as possible.
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Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 8:30 am
Terry saw his friend go into the local gun shot, and realized the little guy probably didn't even know which end of the gun he had to hold, so he decided to go in and help him out some.
"Hey, don't mind him. He's just not too good at the whole fireamrs things. Maybe I can help him pick out something."
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Posted: Thu Dec 14, 2006 2:42 pm
((That was random, and why are you two RPing in like 5 places at once? It' unfair to the normal RPers that you are trying to get more posts via posting in 5+ threads at once, but whatever not my problem.
P.S. Terry you never mentioned anything about entering the gunshop >.>))
Mark turned to this new customer and said
"Don't worry he'll be fine, I've helped novices worse than him get guns before, and they were the correct guns for the job too"
Mark smirked after saying this.
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Posted: Wed Dec 27, 2006 5:09 pm
The smirk on Mark's face slowly faded and in it's place had seemed to settle in a more serious tone. Mark's attention turned to a a notice on the screen.
Ah a target for a head with a nice bounty has been spotted he thought to himself
"Time to close up" he said quickly shutting off the computer and waving the customers off. After they had left the building Mark made his way into the back room. There he grabbed and holstered his Desert Eagle. He put it's silencer in his jacket pocket and a few clips in the clip packs around his right thigh.
This will be fun, I haven't seen some action in a while he thought to himself
He than moved to his locker and opened it. He grabbed the chaingun (Which has an area that clings to forearm to stabilize, like the girl from Trigun, and is is roughly 28 inches with 20 inches making up the 3 barrels.)
and put it into a back pack along with a small 11mm barrel clip.
He then left his store and clicked on the security system. The lights on the outside and inside of the building clicked off as the door slid shut behind him.
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Posted: Thu Jul 12, 2007 2:27 pm
As Mark reached his place he hid the Centaur in a side garage, seeing as the building he used for the shop used to be a home, and he locks up and enters the building. Just as he enters he notices his datapad has another job for him.
"This is going to be a fun one, if not a messy one."
Mark said with a smirk as he glared at the datapad. He then put the datapad in his pocket, locked back up the shop and headed out for yet another job. As he walked away from the building the lights flickered off inside and he faint buzz of the security system could be heard starting up.
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