01-30-2017, 02:05 AM
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A look of annoyance sprites across his features as the strange girl just swaggered up as if she owned the place. He could have blasted her face off in seconds. That went other any of them, and if that didn't work he could pummel them to a pulp. Yeah, yeah he could totally do that. "[b]The Badlands? What kinda co- uh, yeah, yeah," he stepped back, thick leather boots scuffing against the cement. Oh, if he could just fire off a warning shot. Just one! He couldn't, he wouldn't, that'd be dumb, but he wanted to. Fuck, of course she couldn't do that. It must have been the air that was making him think all crazy. No wonder these people were so creepy looking. "I wanna join."
"Shut your mouth and I won't," Johnny retorted, but obviously regretted it by his posture. He didn't like being mean, or confrontation. Naturally there would be some considering this was rumored to be a violent group and he had a gun, but that didn't mean he had to like it. "I just want to join," slowly his back straightened showing his full height, "Don't want to do anything I don't need to." Did he have to do some stupid dance for them? Well, maybe they had a camp. Would he have to be approved by someone then, or have his shit taken away? If that was the case he'd rather just shoot these fuckers down and run.
His head whipped over to Fenrir only to watch as he showed off his pretty little gun. Shotguns were a hassle, big and slow, but powerful. If the stranger even thought of taking it out Johnny would be beyond faster. His muscles tensed, wanting to bring the rifle back up so they wouldn't think he was rolling on his back for them. Instead the gun completely lowered to the ground, one hand moving to his side while the other gripped the barrel.
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[abbr=aporia's left thumb]Johnny Christian Rose[/abbr]
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"Shut your mouth and I won't," Johnny retorted, but obviously regretted it by his posture. He didn't like being mean, or confrontation. Naturally there would be some considering this was rumored to be a violent group and he had a gun, but that didn't mean he had to like it. "I just want to join," slowly his back straightened showing his full height, "Don't want to do anything I don't need to." Did he have to do some stupid dance for them? Well, maybe they had a camp. Would he have to be approved by someone then, or have his shit taken away? If that was the case he'd rather just shoot these fuckers down and run.
His head whipped over to Fenrir only to watch as he showed off his pretty little gun. Shotguns were a hassle, big and slow, but powerful. If the stranger even thought of taking it out Johnny would be beyond faster. His muscles tensed, wanting to bring the rifle back up so they wouldn't think he was rolling on his back for them. Instead the gun completely lowered to the ground, one hand moving to his side while the other gripped the barrel.
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