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1964- RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → 1964- RPWithout checking to see if her attempt to disarm the man was successful or not, she pulled out her own gun from her bag, cocking it and pushing it against Steve's forehead. "One thing: Never try to shoot a person and miss, especially when that person is me." she mimicked, controlling her breathing as she spoke. "Give me one good reason as to why I shouldn't pull the trigger."
Tatum quietly followed the two inside of the building, watching as shots were fired and one of the assailants carved a smile into the security guard's face before the woman went to the teller.
"What exactly do you two hooligans think you're doing? I'd cut it out now before you hurt yourself." he shouted.

Marci looked back at her drink, remembering the event that happened a few months ago. She looked back at Edmund, not very shocked about the time traveling thing. “I-I mean I guess... I honestly don’t know...”

"Whatever," he thought. "I'll just help out whoever needs it."
He walked over to Baian to assist Lauren, Baian, and the other members of the Rebellion.

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•
He picked up the butter knife and the nerf gun on the ground, and, not knowing exactly what to do with them, he shot himself in the shoulder and laid on the ground, eyes shut. The "bullet" bounced off him and rolled in front of Lauren. Laying with his face on the ground, he mumbled, weakly, "avenge me..." and held up the butter knife, offering it to Lauren as if it was a suitable weapon.
"That was pathetic," he thought. "They probably think I'm insulting them. Dang it, I'm no use to anyone now, am I."
Passerby looked down at them, probably wondering what was going on, "or," he thought, "why I'm so not funny......"
A tall man walked out of an abandoned building in the middle of the woods. It was well past time for the meeting, but no one came. Did they forget? Did he forget to notify them? He wasn’t sure, but at least nothing major happened, or so he hoped.
(This guy is Regenesis leader)

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•
"Wow. A true comedian." the woman said blatantly, sarcasm evident in her tone. She rolled her eyes after watching Baian play along with Gill. "You people really need a new sense of humor."

"You have to admit, that was a good change of pace for a rigid organization like us." Winston sighed, looking at Phoebe from the ground.

"If one of you actually gets hurt again-- hopefully this time not by one of our own members -- I'll offer my support. Until then, have fun with your third-grade humor." as the last of her words left her mouth, the female sassily flicked her hair behind her shoulder before striding off. Anything to get away from them at the moment was all Phoebe wanted at the moment, obviously annoyed at the situation.

"I'm dying," he said to Winston, trying to cover up giggles. He kissed the ground as if it were really his last day alive.
"I'm bleeding out! Only twenty-two, and already, my life...(sad, dramatic pause) is over. Oh, wait, no! Not yet! Nn- dead."
Now that Phoebe was gone, maybe the joke would have a perfect 5-star reception..