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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:40 pm
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✗✗__ ☠☢_____Ⓔмιly___Ⓖrayѕon_____☢☠
↳ι αм α ѕυяνινσя
⌦ The goggles were creepy. After days of blank stares and groaning, she would have preferred a human face to her own reflection (Mostly because ew, was that really what she looked like right now? Seriously, she needed to find a hairbrush.) but she'd make due with a human voice, for now.
"I gathered I had a bird watching my back..." If she squinted she could just make out the difference in the shadows of the sun that must be the sniper. She made another wave of acknowledgement in the general direction of Shadow before turning back toward Dead Eye.
"No, I'm good to move. All I have is on my back." Emily shifted her backpack good-naturedly, knowing she must look the fool for having so little. But, as it was, she'd found being faster was better than having too many tools to work with. "I'm at your command, sir." She didn't have his name, she'd work with knowing he was a man, at the very least. Her body shifted out of her relaxed stance at her words, legs tensing, grip on the bar tightening. Even her left shoulder moved, making a sort of faint whir that she could hear because of its proximity to her ear. ⌫
ι ωιℓℓ иσт ℓєт тнιѕ вє му єи∂↲
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:07 pm
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Jon saw the soldier he'd shined talk into his headpiece again, and then start to head his way. Ducking back inside, he began to gather his things. First came the essentials, his iPod, the chargers, both his pistol and the rifle he'd taken when the Navy had been disbanded, and a good pair of headphones. He stuffed all of this into his old sea bag and made his way towards the back of the shop.
The front had long since been barricaded, so the only way out of the comic shop was through a back door into the alley. Carefully opening the door an inch, Jon peered down the alley, clear. Taking a deep breath, he burst through the door and aimed his pistol down the other end of the alley, again, it was clear.
Letting out the breath he'd been holding in this entire time, Jon went around the store towards to the front to see who the soldier was....
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:37 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 6:59 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 7:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 5:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 7:20 pm
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((What would constitute playing a smart Undead, Shining?))
✗✗__ ☠☢_____Ⓔмιly___Ⓖrayѕon_____☢☠
↳ι αм α ѕυяνινσя
⌦ Emily did not find Ice any more favorable with his mouth open. And when she and Jon were positioned in between the two soldier, she made sure she was closer to Dead-eye on principal.
She did not like being called 'A hot one'. Her grip tightened on the bar without her knowledge.
"I'm ready to move no matter what time it is, thanks." The woman had moved the bar from where she'd been gripping it during the conversation with ice to her shoulder again, already tense, wanting to get on the move. "Let's go." She had barely glanced at Jon, still hadn't shared her name. She wasn't treating this like it would be permanent. None of them should, with the way things were. Maybe, maybe if they stopped for the night she would share stories, names; but now wasn't the time for chat. ⌫
ι ωιℓℓ иσт ℓєт тнιѕ вє му єи∂↲
(Meh, writer's block. sad )
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 5:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 23, 2012 7:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 3:15 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 3:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 3:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 3:48 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 24, 2012 3:52 pm
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