08-07-2009, 02:07 PM
Brandon shrugged, and slung his duffel bag over his shoulder. Another one he picked up, was noticeably heavier than the others. He never went anywhere unarmed, and here was no exception.
"I'd dump your crap off in your room before you hit the beach." He said to Frank, and headed for the front desk.
The family was well off. Well off enough to own the resort, and have it closed for them as long as they needed. Brandon stepped up to the front desk, and greeted the rather attractive Racoon girl that was working it. He got his key, and dumped his stuff off in his room, before he started wandering around, to try and find his mom and his kid sister.
"I'd dump your crap off in your room before you hit the beach." He said to Frank, and headed for the front desk.
The family was well off. Well off enough to own the resort, and have it closed for them as long as they needed. Brandon stepped up to the front desk, and greeted the rather attractive Racoon girl that was working it. He got his key, and dumped his stuff off in his room, before he started wandering around, to try and find his mom and his kid sister.
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.
