DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Sept 14, 2013 18:13:02 GMT -8
"Ooooh, stuff? Do tell." Molly tried to be chill, like she didn't care whether Wolf spilled his secrets or not, but the suspense was brutal!
[/i] "I wouldn't mind going for apples later. We can even bring my Catholic security guards. Hail Mary, mother of Amazon nuns. Oh, and Breg, of course. Now, about that stuff ..."
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Sept 14, 2013 19:32:10 GMT -8
"Yeah, I'm not talking about it here. Where we're going is safe enough. Most of the houses on the block were empty so they didn't attract squatters, no food, not much furniture. Figured we could go it alone this time. Or we could talk some other time." Wolf finished off his coffee and stood up. He retrieved his pistol from under his cot and holstered it. He picked up his helmet and offered it to Molly.[/i] "We could go after breakfast, if you want."
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Sept 14, 2013 21:22:27 GMT -8
"Oh, you're packing heat! We can ditch the nuns. I need a break from judgment day, anyway." She put on the helmet. Molly's hairspray had mysteriously gone missing, so there was no reason to style her hair, anyway.[/i] "Meet me downstairs in ten. I'll dress for action." She had a casual outfit in mind. Namely, this:[/i] Molly finished her coffee with a definitive swig and bounded to the door. Unfortunately, she swallowed the drink too quickly. The exit was ruined by hoarse coughing.[/i] "I'm *HACK* okay!"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Nov 19, 2013 20:40:26 GMT -8
The next day...[/i] Wolf busted into the room like Michael Richards when he did that only funny thing he ever did. He slapped his cheeks in an ass backwards attempt to get the color to leave them.
He plopped onto his cot and produced a glass and the Glenfarclas. He poured a finger, hesitated, then added two more. He set the glass on the window sill and resecured the padlock on his ammo crate.
He tucked the cot under his arm, picked up his glass, and exited, stage outta there.[/i]
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