Rimael said:
"true, catch me if you can."
*laughs and runs across the runway and up into the cargohold*
Your Destiny Awaits!
*laughs and runs across the runway and up into the cargohold*
She walked over to where they where and Stood between Rorix, Knight and Helena. Her eyes where soft as she looked to her nephew. "I know how you feel about your father. He's done some unspeakable things, but you doing this solves nothing. You causing others pain won't bring your mother back and it makes you no better then your father."
You know, love...I claim what is mine whenever I want to.
"I was assigned to a investigation squad a year ago to hunt down a hollow named Zetsubo, It was a three man squad."
He did wish he could take his hummer everywhere. Hell, if he could run over the wolves it'd be a lot easier. But given how they kept turning into their mortal selves once they got knocked out or killed, it would be pretty damn difficult to explain to local authorities, who didn't have a clue about these things existence. If only his world was as black and white as his little passenger's seemed to be.
'I don't know who this 'We' is that you keep talking about sweetcheeks. I'm dropping you off at one of the local hotels, and I'm going to go hunting on my onesy. I don't need extra baggage while hunting. As you can well see back there, I have more than enough as it is.'
Flicking his gaze from the GPS screen to the mirror, he frowned.
'And flick that cigarette out of the window, unless you want both of us to die an extremely painful death.'
*Hoping that the hand and love of MysticRose-McConnell will help me restore my home and lands again and help me make it come alive once again. Memories long hidden away are re-emerging and I see in Rose, a woman like my mother Rhiannon..*
"Lovely Adira, your eyes hold me in a trance. I am moved by your words, deep within my being. I ask, as a gentleman can only ask a flower such as you, would you please come to an Opera with me? I promise you will have a good time, and you will not regret it." His smile spread across his face, and his piercing blue eyes looked into hers. This was quite the joke.
"Oh and how can we do that love?"
*She leans over not able to resist and kisses his lips lightly.*
so what was wrong with the vodka sister
*i say then set dani on a stool*
No, Hollywood would not be giving up the 10 gauge if he could help it. Instead, he flicked a small lever which dropped the ten shells and their sheath from their connection on the side of the gun to the ground. In the same motion, he kicked them toward the stranger with the colt.
Next, he worked the slide, back and forth, pumping the weapon almost as if "masturbating" it, illustrating without a doubt that the gun was empty, the chamber was clear. A quick flick on the "safety" switch (long since disabled though the other man had no way of knowing that), and swung the weapon in it's combat harness over his shoulders in such a way that the strap crossed over one shoulder to travel beneath the other arm. It left the weapon all but inaccessible to him without actually disconnecting the snaps on the strap.
Cleared, on "safe, and almost impossible to use effectively. If that wasn't good enough, then the man could shoot him.
"And by the looks of it not a moment too soon, you sure have one messed up life you know that." he continued as he removed his hands and sat beside him.
Her eyes flashed with an aggressive frustration. She hated feeling like this. Star hated getting shoved on one side or the other of that thin tightrope that she walked everyday. The one that the drugs helped her balance on so well. This was pushing her though to the side of aggression. Suddenly, she looked up and her eyes scanned the treetops. Something wasn't right.