http://theycallmejayne.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] theycallmejayne.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg 2007-02-04 08:41 am (UTC)

Hearing the other man's nosy questions was a little annoying. He didn't even know him, and he was asking questions about the amount of firepower he needed? Hmph. His mama clearly hadn't taught him any matters.

"What's it to you, 陌生人?" He asked, glaring a little at the spike-headed man. He hadn't yet gotten a reason to start suspecting any of the people in the city of why he was here, but then again... You never knew.

The woman finally came back with all he asked for. He offered her two sizable twigs and a leaf. She insisted on more, though. He figured it would come down to this. Scowling he emptied his pockets on the table. She ended up taking his very, very shiny ID card (why would he need it here?) and his shiny charge card (it didn't have anything left on it anyway). He rolled his eyes and started pocketing his newly acquired ammunition.

Throwing the AK-47's strap around his shoulder, he shoved one of the Single Action Armies in his holster and the other he put somewhere inside of his coat. He had bought quite a bit of ammo, so it was a bit of a fit, but he didn't mind.

"Going to meet the 笨医生 little sister. Need all the ammo I can get." It was partially a joke.

If she was unarmed at least.

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