06-04-2020, 07:34 PM
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— looking through the sniper scope, he followed a moving figure down the road. granted, it wasn’t their target, yet fred seemed to be pleasantly entertained with this way of passing the time. what else was there to do, stuck in a church bell tower simply waiting for their target to come about? his finger still lingered on the trigger, slowly starting to grin at the dark idea of watching that person crumple to the ground. his mind was only taken off of the idea as he spared a subtle glance towards will.
frustrated, fred knitted his brows together and lowered his gun. he looked down at the town below them, watching as the figure headed into one of the old homes, calling it a day. he sighed. this town was so slow. why would frank leave flintlock to live here? “what’s taking so long?” impatient as ever on a mission like this. the man turned his gaze from the darrow household to instead gaze over towards his brother. it wasn’t like will was the most patient either; the longer they spent hiding out there, the more fred itched to climb down this damned church and find the man himself. he so desperately longed for bloodshed.
shifting absently, he huffed a short breath. delighted by this opportunity. “this is just like old times, yeah?” fred had to admit that had he missed it. their lives had been relatively normal as of late. while it had been almost relaxing at first, fred started to hate the normalcy. there was nothing to get his heart rate pumping, adrenaline coursing through his veins. he had started to miss that feeling. needless to say, when eddie made the order for them to come to bluestem and kill franklin’s fiance-- the two brothers had been quick to jump on the opportunity. it wasn’t as glorious as their last mission - a giant, bloody massacre of an entire group - but fred would take anything they could get.
pursing his lips, he looked down at the sight of a familiar figure. shifting around, he nodded down towards the man, starting to grin. “target.” he just about readied himself to line up his shot and take him down. though, deciding to be so generous, he hummed. “you know what? you can do the honors.” placing the sniper down on the ground, he settled for resting his arms casually on the wooden overlook of the bell tower, eyes sparkling with dark excitement. “take him out.”
after will fired, the horror on frank’s face was simply too good to ignore.
— looking through the sniper scope, he followed a moving figure down the road. granted, it wasn’t their target, yet fred seemed to be pleasantly entertained with this way of passing the time. what else was there to do, stuck in a church bell tower simply waiting for their target to come about? his finger still lingered on the trigger, slowly starting to grin at the dark idea of watching that person crumple to the ground. his mind was only taken off of the idea as he spared a subtle glance towards will.
frustrated, fred knitted his brows together and lowered his gun. he looked down at the town below them, watching as the figure headed into one of the old homes, calling it a day. he sighed. this town was so slow. why would frank leave flintlock to live here? “what’s taking so long?” impatient as ever on a mission like this. the man turned his gaze from the darrow household to instead gaze over towards his brother. it wasn’t like will was the most patient either; the longer they spent hiding out there, the more fred itched to climb down this damned church and find the man himself. he so desperately longed for bloodshed.
shifting absently, he huffed a short breath. delighted by this opportunity. “this is just like old times, yeah?” fred had to admit that had he missed it. their lives had been relatively normal as of late. while it had been almost relaxing at first, fred started to hate the normalcy. there was nothing to get his heart rate pumping, adrenaline coursing through his veins. he had started to miss that feeling. needless to say, when eddie made the order for them to come to bluestem and kill franklin’s fiance-- the two brothers had been quick to jump on the opportunity. it wasn’t as glorious as their last mission - a giant, bloody massacre of an entire group - but fred would take anything they could get.
pursing his lips, he looked down at the sight of a familiar figure. shifting around, he nodded down towards the man, starting to grin. “target.” he just about readied himself to line up his shot and take him down. though, deciding to be so generous, he hummed. “you know what? you can do the honors.” placing the sniper down on the ground, he settled for resting his arms casually on the wooden overlook of the bell tower, eyes sparkling with dark excitement. “take him out.”
after will fired, the horror on frank’s face was simply too good to ignore.
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[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH
[size=10pt]*･ﾟ[abbr=24 years old, male, flintlock]✦[/abbr] COME ON AND BARE YOUR TEETH