Re: I'm only satisfied by the finer things in life like Rodarte and Margiela and making boys cry
Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2019 11:00 pm
Oh now he showed back up.
Quinn had hoped to leave a little something for whoever came along next, but the potential for fun wasn't worth a gunfight. Too noisy, too risky. She refused to get herself killed because a meathead with more brains in his biceps than his skull managed to figure out how a trigger worked. No talent, no skill, no finesse, just dumb luck.
Whatever. She was over it anyway.
Quinn was already diving, rolling over the dying girl as gunfire split the air. The girl was already flat on her face, could be dead already. Perhaps a shield? No, too much effort to haul up the dead weight, and he could just shoot straight through anyway.
Still, she wasn't going to leave empty handed.
Hers, hers, hers.
Quinn snatched the dual blade out of unresisting fingers and bailed into the smoke, leaving just two words and a corpse in her wake.
"She begged."
((Quinn continued in Severed))
Quinn had hoped to leave a little something for whoever came along next, but the potential for fun wasn't worth a gunfight. Too noisy, too risky. She refused to get herself killed because a meathead with more brains in his biceps than his skull managed to figure out how a trigger worked. No talent, no skill, no finesse, just dumb luck.
Whatever. She was over it anyway.
Quinn was already diving, rolling over the dying girl as gunfire split the air. The girl was already flat on her face, could be dead already. Perhaps a shield? No, too much effort to haul up the dead weight, and he could just shoot straight through anyway.
Still, she wasn't going to leave empty handed.
Hers, hers, hers.
Quinn snatched the dual blade out of unresisting fingers and bailed into the smoke, leaving just two words and a corpse in her wake.
"She begged."
((Quinn continued in Severed))