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poly_chromatic2012-11-04 02:51 pm
withloadedguns) wrote in poly_chromatic2012-11-04 02:51 pm
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And me right in the middle? Too noisy.
So long.
[ooc: The cowboy does not like the crowding going on here. I mean, it's bad enough as it is ordinarily. This just makes it worse. He put up with it yesterday, but enough is enough. So he'll be heading out of town for a while. But feel free to grab him via Network or run into him as he rambles towards the wilderness.]
So long.
[ooc: The cowboy does not like the crowding going on here. I mean, it's bad enough as it is ordinarily. This just makes it worse. He put up with it yesterday, but enough is enough. So he'll be heading out of town for a while. But feel free to grab him via Network or run into him as he rambles towards the wilderness.]
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Wait. Is there someone following him?]
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Hello.
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So you're heading out of town... [She puts her hands in her pockets, harmlessly.] Maybe you want to shoot some tin cans with me.
[But flirting she can always do.]
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[She's got to be up to something--nothing dangerous, but she's up to something... Hmm...]
All right.
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Great.
[Well, let's get going then. It wouldn't be fair to say there wasn't any spring in her step.]
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He climbs off the horse and sets to walking with her. Why not? Better to keep pace with each other that way.]
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Carla does have a very shiny new gun in a holster down the back of her jeans. And some fully functioning hands to show off with. She won't admit to hoping he'll be a little proud of her.
She's needy like that.]action;
You got something against tin cans in particular today?
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[She's funny, right? No, never.]
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So now you're out for revenge.
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Even if I never liked her much.
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[There's love and there's revenge. Sometimes they overlap, sometimes they don't.]
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How far out are you going?
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[Silence reigns.]
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When he's satisfied with the distance, there's a new question to be asked, if a familiar one:]
How far out?
[How far out should she set the targets.]
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A ways.
[Let's see what you've got, sweetheart.]
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Just checks and chambers. She's set the cans a ways out, and she's shooting first.
Fifteen bullets to hit what she can. She levels the gun steady for the first time since she started trying to hold one, sights, and pulls off all fifteen in rapid succession.
More practice won't hurt her, but enough of the cans ping to please her, a little less than half.]
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Though...he won't sound all that impressed...]
Not bad.
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Show me how it's done.
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He's all slowness and languid moves right now: no quick-draw contest here. This is foolin' around on an afternoon. Sauntering up, flipping his serape back and over his shoulder, giving the cans a goodly bit of consideration.
But he has his pistol (it's the Real Deal too: genuine Colt Peacemaker--and not an antique either, seeing as he came from the age itself with it)and he keeps it loaded.
Well, he's all slowness until he fires (yes fanning the hammer and everything, if you really want to know): one, two, three, four, five, six. Six. Perfect number.
Six cans too.
He pauses to admire his handiwork there...and then spins his gun back into its holster.
Good enough. And he pulls his serape back down again.]
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Nice job.
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He gives her one of his patented crooked half-smiles.]
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[Some people might think teaching the suicide-risk how to better handle her piece a bad idea. She thinks they should fuck themselves, but then she's never been very polite.]
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[He's not opposed to the idea. It's her look-out.]
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[Because she needs more things to keep herself busy. She grins and goes to find somewhere to sit.]