01-29-2017, 10:39 PM
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The dark-haired man went to his feet on the spot, shoulders squared. "[b]hey, hey," Johnny growled, "back up." A breathy sigh escaped him. One was clearly not wanting to start anything while the other didn't give a single damn. Well, well...He didn't want a fight, and when there was one there had to be a dozen. His dimpled chin thrust up, "Is this, uh, is this the thing? The, uh, the group?" Quickly he snatched up the bookbag by his feet before swinging it over his shoulder. The corner of a ninja turtles comic book peaked out.
Christ, this wasn't what he wanted. Of course two idiots just suddenly appeared. Shaky hands lowered the rifle, hoping that they weren't planning anything. If they were he'd just... Uh, snap their necks. He could totally do that. With his big hands and, well, he was strong, so it wasn't impossible. There was two of them though. "Okay?" The almost comically thick southern accent was showing plain. Lord, he hated this. This was so stupid.
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[abbr=aporia's left thumb]Johnny Christian Rose[/abbr]
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Christ, this wasn't what he wanted. Of course two idiots just suddenly appeared. Shaky hands lowered the rifle, hoping that they weren't planning anything. If they were he'd just... Uh, snap their necks. He could totally do that. With his big hands and, well, he was strong, so it wasn't impossible. There was two of them though. "Okay?" The almost comically thick southern accent was showing plain. Lord, he hated this. This was so stupid.
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