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Kurayami scrambled to her feet pressing against the wall. She didn't have anything to defend herself with, that was one of the main reasons she was going to the mall cause she passed a gun store on the way there. She kept her eyes trained on the thing as she slink against the wall heading towards Carolyn.
Carolyn rolled her head on the ground, nauseous and dissy. She could tell for sure that she had a concussion. One glance at the heap o metal that used to be her bike sent her into a frenzy of her former self. "YOU B******!" She roared and she launched herself off the ground grabbing the gun. She shot the monster twice, two bullets sure to hit... But...
Two clinks... On the bricks behind it. Carolyn stared at the gun, but the thing, whatever it was threw her up against the wall. Unconscious, Carolyn's grip on the guy failed when she hit the wall and the gun skidded twards Kurami.
"Really?" Mira asked, somewhat interested. "What about?"
"Well..." Arron sighed, he was caught. "Fantasy." He muttered.
 
Carolyn rolled her head on the ground, nauseous and dissy. She could tell for sure that she had a concussion. One glance at the heap o metal that used to be her bike sent her into a frenzy of her former self. "YOU B******!" She roared and she launched herself off the ground grabbing the gun. She shot the monster twice, two bullets sure to hit... But...
Two clinks... On the bricks behind it. Carolyn stared at the gun, but the thing, whatever it was threw her up against the wall. Unconscious, Carolyn's grip on the guy failed when she hit the wall and the gun skidded twards Kurami.
"Well..." Arron sighed, he was caught. "Fantasy." He muttered.


Kurayami grabbed the gun hurriedly. The lethal weapon foreign in her hands. She shook as she raised the gun pointing it at the monster pulling the trigger.
 
Mira nodded. "Cool! I love fantasy." She took a look at his face. "You said fantasy like it's a bad thing."

((Anybody can rp with Heath))

Heath stuck his hands in his pockets as he walked along the sidewalk.
(Ok. Julie's free.)

Julie walked down the road, scanning the area, just to be sure. But, for whatever reason, her unease had subsided a little and she didn't feel like she was being watched, which was odd, but made her a loosen up a bit. Her hand came away from her gun, but she would be able to whip out a dagger or a gun in a split second if danger presented itself. She was still very confused at why she kept a constant search out for people. Never bad as really happened to her. So why did she always feel like she was being followed?
 

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