01-07-2012, 05:10 PM
Moirai looked over her shoulder at the woman, inspecting her quietly. She obviously wasn't a Raider, as she lacked the glassed-over look and the twitchy, erratic movements that came with the drugs that they took. Her ears laid back as the lunchbox exploded, muffling her sensitive hearing to the sound of the blast.
"Well, not many people are willing to learn how to work a shotgun." She replied, her voice deep, almost like a purr. "And not many people have the skills to keep one working. I take it that you aren't here for the lovely architecture?"
She looked around, ensuring they were alone, before sitting down in the shade of the building, pulling out the assault rifle she stole as well as another, her own personal weapon. With quick hands, she field stripped both of them, selecting the best parts and put one back together.
"What brings you to the outskirts of Hell, exactly?" she asked, looking up at the redhead.
"Well, not many people are willing to learn how to work a shotgun." She replied, her voice deep, almost like a purr. "And not many people have the skills to keep one working. I take it that you aren't here for the lovely architecture?"
She looked around, ensuring they were alone, before sitting down in the shade of the building, pulling out the assault rifle she stole as well as another, her own personal weapon. With quick hands, she field stripped both of them, selecting the best parts and put one back together.
"What brings you to the outskirts of Hell, exactly?" she asked, looking up at the redhead.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
