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2B to Stripper
"Oh no you don't," Alexis muttered, lining up her sights on the Bitch trying to run away. She lived for this, for the moments when it all came down a split second reaction and her ability to be the biggest BAMF in the room. She froze, trapping her breath like a snared rabbit, and squeezed the trigger. A small burst of bled exploded from the Strippers back as her bullet hit home, but that was all the Abbey-gal could see.
Fail
"Damn it!" Not only did she miss, but it infuriated her even more since the stupid stripper wouldn't go down. She should have listened to her dad, when he told her to star carrying another weapon.
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Ramiro yanks up, trying to point the gun upwards and rest it under Sturly's jaw and pulls the trigger again. The bastard pushed at the last moment, another glancing shot...
'But I bet that one hurt like a bitch, motherfucker'
2 Successes (3 WP spent)
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1 Sux shooting a no-good stripper
Cal whips around, failing to keep his aim steady. He hastily lines up a shot at the fleeing ho-vamp and squeezes off a round. He's breathing heavily, still processing the immediate event.
With that one shot. The hipster bullet flies out and connects into the half naked woman and she drops like a stone... And then gets up and keeps running at an exceptional speed. I guess the masq doesn't mean much to this bitch.
And then there is sturlie. That shot didn't so much hit him in the jaw as it did in the cheek ripping up a straight line into his cheekbone and breaking the mans orbital. Holy shit that has to hurt. Sturlie falls back on the ground writhing in pain.
Combat over. The stripper is to far away to get a shot on and Sturlie is basically incopasitated unless you want to curbstomp him.
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Ramiro puts a knuckle against his nostril and blows out a thick clot of blood from the other, as he lowers the gun to aim at his head.
"Dumb piece of shit." he says, pulling the trigger until there was nothing left in the clip.
Ramiro couldn't even feel bad about it. He pulled the trigger once, and again, and again. Each time the flare from the muzzle lighting his face twisted in rage. The man was a monster, even before he knew that it was meant literally, but more importantly it was a liability.
On top of that, he had dared to break his nose.
You don't fuck up business that bad and expect to walk out of it. I hope the message would reach the ears of others would-be deviant freaks and he'd not have to come after them too. Because he'd do it, and he wouldn't feel bad about it either.
Morality and Degeneration rolls failed
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Third cringed as the Mexican shot Sturlie's face to pieces.
"Who the fuck is this guy?" he mouthed to Alexis, half aiming the gun at him. The young, jobless man cleared his throat awkwardly, turning to Daysha, feeling a need to justify what had gone down to the cop.
"Well, he was a kid fucker - we think - I mean we're pretty sure - well, those old guys were pretty sure - And that thing with the growing, I mean what was that about? That was eleven kinds of messed up."
Not only was Daysha irritated that the vamp slut got away, but whoever the moron was that appeared out of no where took out the person she was looking for. Her eyes darted from Cal after he spoke, to Lexi. Yeah, we all need to figure out a method of some sort before we do this again, she thought.
Knowing he was out of rounds, and her gun was still in her hand she walked over and looked at Ramiro. "You have some explaining to do." Her voice was dead serious. "Let's start with who you are. Then onto why you're here. And lastly," Daysha said while pointing at the body for Sturling on the ground. "Why the hell did you unload on that guy before asking him any questions." Her eyes were piercing, and everything about her exuded pissed off.
"What in the blazes did you think you were doing?" Her tone was the kind that you heard from your mom, before you cowered in the corner confessing every lie you told for the last month. The situation was bad enough before he decided to drop lead into the guy. Fuuuuuuck, she screamed in her head.
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"Um, hey, I really don't want to undermine what she just said," Alexis piped in, "but the cops have probably been called after all the kablang-ablang and we should probably think about leaving reeeealll soon."
She went to pick up her purse, again, and stuffed Pinky inside it. The adrenaline was leaving her system fast, and she could feel the shakes coming on. She usually didn't feel so wasted after a hunt, but with the infrequent bursts of fatigue and the splash of ice water in her veins she wasn't feeling so hot. Halfheartedly she sent a text to Cal and then walked over to join him, her hands shaking slightly.
Idk. He ws lookin for sturly, too. Knew bout the kids, he sed
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Ramiro raises his gaze and he just purses his lips, lifting his shoulders in a sign of helplessness.
"When the dog starts killing the sheep, you got to put it down." he says, pushing the slide stop down on his gun, having it lock back down.
"This dog was doing waaay worse than that."
He stuffs his gun back in his pants and lands a kick on Sturly's ribs. Just for good measure. Bastard broke his nose, that shit wouldn't stop bleeding.
"Lady here's right though. We better bolt and exchange stories over a beer in a decent watering hole. Name's Ramrod."
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