Post by Prisonner Of Today on May 11, 2008 15:07:51 GMT -5
From somewhere behind Magatsu, a frantic cry rings out, and before he can turn, a foot is planted solidly in his back. Whoever is doing the kicking is obviously somewhat out of shape, as Magatsu manages to keep his footing, only stumbling a few feet forward.
Quickly, he whirls around, only to find himself looking down the barrel of a very big revolver.
The man holding it has what looks like almost a year's worth of beard growth, and is incredibly grimey. His clothes are in shreds, and he would look fairly comical were it not for his holding a big, shiney gun. He blinks, then, with another warcry, pulls the trigger.
*click*
The hammer falls on an empty chamber. Magatsu looks at the guy's gun, the guy looks at his gun, then the two look at eachother before the man runs off, screaming something about conspiracies and russian medics. He dissapears into the lobby, and you can hear the sounds of frantic barricading and very loud cursing coming from the upstairs balcony.
((Sorry to hi-jack you, Mag))
Quickly, he whirls around, only to find himself looking down the barrel of a very big revolver.
The man holding it has what looks like almost a year's worth of beard growth, and is incredibly grimey. His clothes are in shreds, and he would look fairly comical were it not for his holding a big, shiney gun. He blinks, then, with another warcry, pulls the trigger.
*click*
The hammer falls on an empty chamber. Magatsu looks at the guy's gun, the guy looks at his gun, then the two look at eachother before the man runs off, screaming something about conspiracies and russian medics. He dissapears into the lobby, and you can hear the sounds of frantic barricading and very loud cursing coming from the upstairs balcony.
((Sorry to hi-jack you, Mag))
