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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 16, 2005 21:36:04 GMT -5
"I'll put down the crossbow, when you put down your gun, and tell me your name." said Kevin in a serious tone. His shaky hands trained the rattling weapon towards the man who had spoken. "I probably can't hit a target right now, but there's always a chance. Are you sure you wanna risk it?"
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 16, 2005 21:39:29 GMT -5
"Okay everybody. I don't want to get shot AGAIN, and I don't think anyone else wants to get shot, so let's all just calm down." suggested Vincent.
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 16, 2005 21:40:00 GMT -5
"you wont shoot, you know that if you pulled the trigger, that one of us will be dead, and its not likely to be me" he said as he turned his gun to face the new threat...
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Post by Lobstrosity on Apr 16, 2005 21:48:02 GMT -5
"Okay..." said Kevin. "You win. I'm going to slowly put my crossbow down on the count of three, and when I say three, I want everyone to do likewise with their own weapons. One. Two. Three." Kevin slowly bent down, keeping his eyes on the man in the white suit, and put the crossbow on the ground by his feet. "There," said Kevin calmly. "Now all I wanna know is who we all are, why we're all here, and why some of us," he glanced at Quinn in the corner, "seem to like the taste of blood. So let's all just put down our guns and talk about this."
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 16, 2005 21:54:00 GMT -5
*removes leg from wall* *puts gun back away into suitcoat pocket* *leans back into corner* *closes eyes*
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 16, 2005 21:54:27 GMT -5
His gun already on the floor, Vincent just looked at all the other people, with their weapons drawn. He began to wonder what he was getting himself into.
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 17, 2005 21:14:44 GMT -5
Victor spun and uncocked the andaconda simultaneously and then deftly holstered it. He returned to the table with the Tec-9 and put his feet up.
"It's your own damn fault for getting shot. What the hell were you thinking, barelling in here with your gun out?" He said gruffly.
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 17, 2005 21:54:24 GMT -5
*cough*snicker*
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 18, 2005 12:33:04 GMT -5
"Whatever. Anyway, could I get some help here? Hey, tall guy, maybe you'd like to lick my blood up off the floor?" said Vincent.
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Post by GamerMan on Apr 18, 2005 15:33:47 GMT -5
[how do you know his name already?]
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 18, 2005 15:38:33 GMT -5
[damn, ill change that]
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Post by Niccolo on Apr 19, 2005 19:07:21 GMT -5
(notice: I am planning to advance the plot on friday the 22nd. At that point, no one else can join. Also, if you're not planning to post on a regular basis, I ask that you (a) don't join, or (b) if you're playing already, have your character mysteriously die or leave to never return. I just want to keep this from becoming a dead rp like so many others.)
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 19, 2005 20:20:08 GMT -5
Tears appeared in Quinn's eyes and he turned away. Like a child, he sat and whimpered to himself. His mind was a simple haze, nothing more than wispy mists floating over swampy waters. He hadn't asked to turn out this way, why did every one need to tear him apart? Gruffly, he stood up and walked away from the group, off into another part of the abandoned store.
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Post by Umbrafire on Apr 19, 2005 20:25:45 GMT -5
Remembering his own moments of weakness, Vincent immediately felt sorry for the man, and proceded to walk over to him. Lightly tapping the tall man's shoulder, Vincent said to him in hushed tone such that no one else could hear, "What's your name? Sorry I was kinda a jerk back there, no one else seems to understand me."
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Post by KiddoFreak on Apr 19, 2005 20:40:55 GMT -5
Quinn wasn't sure how to feel at this. No one had ever apologized to him before, he was always just the big, crazy man. Turning around, slowly, the large man's eyes remained teary, although they seemed to shimmer in the low light. Clasping the smaller man's hands, Quinn almost stumbled over his words. "Quinn... I call myself Quinn," and as an after thought, "Thank you." No one had ever apologized to him before.
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