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[b][abbr=biography && tags in signature]cecil winters[/abbr] &― he covered up my teary eyes ,
[div style="bgcolor=; border: none; width: 375px; padding: 0px; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; color: #262626; font-family: arial; text-transform:lowercase; margin-top:0px; padding-bottom:20px; margin-top:-2px;"]Cecil doesn't know what to do, but the moment a gun is drawn and pressed to Wolfbite's head, he freezes up, appearing to become slightly paler. No. No, he can't just let this happen. If Wolf died he wouldn't know what the fuck to do with himself. Quietly, the man stumbles off. He has to find a gun. He has to save Wolfbite. He's silent as he ducks through the halls, going toward the secret place where they kept their weapons, making sure to repeatedly check that no one had followed him. They hadn't, thankfully. He and their weapons were safe. He ducks down, pulling a pistol from the neatly stacked weapons, and makes sure it's loaded for a moment before shakily cocking it. He's never used a gun, but he hopes he can now. The white-haired man sucks in a breath to steel his nerves, then stands and dashes back to the action, his feet light and quick, not making any noise. He pauses behind a shelf, and takes aim, the one hand he can use slightly trembling. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. He's got his gun aimed at Dylan's hand; if he can just injure his hands, only a little, then he can't use his gun. As he shoots, the crack of his own gun startles him, and he shakes just a little more. If it hit, it would force him to drop his gun, even if it was more likely to just graze the fingers of his uninjured hand due to how much the young man was trembling.

/ just an fyi that i don't want cecil shot at all whoops forgot to make his battle tags

[div style="background=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 300px; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: black"]—  "I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT EVERY TIME I TELL YOU TO GET HOME SAFE, STAY WARM, HAVE A GOOD DAY, OR SLEEP WELL WHAT I'M REALLY SAYING IS "I LOVE YOU." I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT IT'S STARTING TO STEAL OTHER WORDS' MEANINGS. I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT. I WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU'RE VALID." CECIL WINTERS / NORTHSTAR / ½ WOLFBUCK  —
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Re: CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE / OPEN, BADLANDS RAID - by SITRI— - 09-10-2017, 05:29 PM



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