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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 2, 2016 1:06:02 GMT -8
The guy was flying out of sight in an instant. Jason would have to stop him somehow before he finished making with the threats. He could slam the door open, breaking its chain. That would let him have a better shot at the guy, make the threat more convincing. Or he could just open fire - aim for the legs, hope he didn't die of shock, and threaten him while he's incapable of running.
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Post by Skullbooty on Apr 2, 2016 17:32:29 GMT -8
Jason kicked open the door breaking the chain. He aimed at the drivers back as he ran. Without warning, the shotgun went off.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 3, 2016 12:21:03 GMT -8
That wasn't in the plan. Oops, he dead.  More sounds of hustle-bustle from above and no way Jason can pull this off any more. If he had a flippin' grappling hook he might have a half-ass chance of dragging the other guy outside, but by now some kind of reinforcements were on the way. With one move of the trigger, this was a blown deal.
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Post by Skullbooty on Apr 4, 2016 4:44:12 GMT -8
It was at this moment that Jason knew, he done fucked up.  "Aw shit." He panicked then looked around quickly for a light switch as he entered the building. Maybe he could possibly save what he fucked up... or not.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 8, 2016 19:11:41 GMT -8
Jason felt like he was struck blind and about to explode with fluids as he stepped over the threshold, and immediately, involuntarily stepped back, spilling onto the porch. He felt gooey blood running down his face. So that's what it's like to be uninvited.
He knows that he will not be able to get the money now, unless someone of their own accord decides to move it out of the safe and out of the house. They might, but the sun might rise before they do. This is a blown deal. Go home or find a hole to sleep in?
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Post by Skullbooty on Apr 8, 2016 19:32:23 GMT -8
 "Fuck, really?..," His carelessness and sadistic sense of satisfaction finally cost him what he needed. He started to realize that he really needed to make a lifestyle change. The selfishness and the desire for gore and irrational decisions needed to be cut. Immediately, Bunman took the walk of shame and headed to the bun-cave. He needed time to think. And sleeping in a hole wasn't on his agenda for this night... |
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Apr 8, 2016 21:20:58 GMT -8
Jason gradually got home near dawn.
((report to Old Harlan Arms thread when ready))
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More sounds of hustle-bustle from above and no way Jason can pull this off any more. If he had a flippin' grappling hook he might have a half-ass chance of dragging the other guy outside, but by now some kind of reinforcements were on the way. With one move of the trigger, this was a blown deal.