GLORY AND GORE | OPEN

[GUNSLINGER.]

[align=center][div style="width: 430px; font-size: 8pt;text-align: justify;color:#363636;line-height:115%"] jamison, despite the raggled look and the fact that years of radiation widdled his brain down to mostly a crazy mess of thought and confusion, was pretty much a genius at this point. jamie had no idea he was, but he practically was. the little shit was able to make explosives out of almost anything- scrap metal, beg springs, hell even a few pencils could do it. as long as jamie had something, he could most likely make a pretty wicked bomb out of it. not to mention that he made his very own prosthetic limbs, which even though they looked rusted they were still made pretty complex. at least for a dirty, grimy australian dude that had a pretty extreme mind when it came to thinking up things. and thank god that he had at least a little bit of smarts to him, because if he didn't he probably would've wasted his life trying to get those scissors.

not bullets, but the scissors.

fawkes had no reason to try and get the bullets. yeah, he could trade them for something good like meat or scrap metal, but a good ol cooked lizard was better than what they could offer. and scrap metal? he could find that shit anywhere if he looked hard enough. but scissors? fuck, he could do a lot with those. like.... cut things.

he may be a genius, but sometimes he forgot that certain words existed.

the male would be seen limping over, standing near the back of the group as he trained his amber eyes on the one up on the pole. jesus, she sure could climb!