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1/6/2016 10:16:05 PM
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" Can't drop my guns man, just can't, I'll release the hammers and I'l holster them"
[i] She puts her hands out to the side and opens her fingers so the revolvers are swinging on her thumbs[/i]
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"Stop with the dramatic shit"
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Edited by ChaiseShadows: 1/6/2016 10:28:35 PM[i] She ,drops off the carcass and holsters her guns , reaches into her pocket and pulls out a cigarette, searching around for a light she finds one.[/i] "Fk you, I have a sht day and I don't need all this 1st grade sht. If I was gonna hurt anyone I wouldn't have made an entrance like this would I , fk man get a grip."
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"Get a grip, really? We've had some bad shit happen so sorry if we didn't greet you with hugs and kisses"
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" Fair enough but seriously did you see how I got here? [i] Sighs[/i] " Lets try this again, I'm Deux."
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"Fixer, and I'm sure as hell not going to tell you my real name" [b]He walks away, and yells over his shoulder[/b] [i]"touch my stuff and I'm not liable for what the not does to you!"[/i]
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[i] She shakes her head , wondering why she would need his real name, or why she would be touching his stuff , shrugging she puts her cigarette between her teeth and hands deep in her pockets. She strides off to find Sawyer. [/i] (End)
