03-05-2011, 04:03 PM
OOC: Excuzzi, metamorphosing into who now? XD
IC:
[Outside Motel]
Denver looked over the small, single story building as he dismounted the bike. It was pretty rundown, old looking, and it's peculiar name was spelled out in broken neon lights; "The Perky Princess?" The coyote read out loud, scratching the back of his head. "Sounds like a brothel." On first impression, there seemed to be only six rooms, not counting the main office where one would register or pay. Six, scratched and faded doors, two with missing numbers, one missing a doorknob completely, it was a shithole! But there were fast food joints and a bar just across the road from it, and a billboard in front of the office stated that there was hot and cold running water. Good enough for him!
The coyote perked his ears up at the sound, his military training kicking in, he suddenly seemed like a different person from his laid-back and hotheaded self; alert, serious, ready to kill. He unzipped his duffel bag, just enough for his paw to fit in, and produced a sawed-off shotgun before zipping it up again. His stance was low, and his footpads silenced his quick and nimble steps. "Yeah, man, I just can't get a break today..." He sighed, tired and frustrated. "Got a gun?" He asked Candy as he fished a handgun out of one of the side-pockets on his duffel bag and offered it to her. "Want one? They're not hard to use." He said, and waited for her to comply. Maybe she already had a gun, or if not, at least knew how, as it would save him the trouble of explaining about the safeties, or how to hold and aim one properly.
IC:
[Outside Motel]
Denver looked over the small, single story building as he dismounted the bike. It was pretty rundown, old looking, and it's peculiar name was spelled out in broken neon lights; "The Perky Princess?" The coyote read out loud, scratching the back of his head. "Sounds like a brothel." On first impression, there seemed to be only six rooms, not counting the main office where one would register or pay. Six, scratched and faded doors, two with missing numbers, one missing a doorknob completely, it was a shithole! But there were fast food joints and a bar just across the road from it, and a billboard in front of the office stated that there was hot and cold running water. Good enough for him!
The coyote perked his ears up at the sound, his military training kicking in, he suddenly seemed like a different person from his laid-back and hotheaded self; alert, serious, ready to kill. He unzipped his duffel bag, just enough for his paw to fit in, and produced a sawed-off shotgun before zipping it up again. His stance was low, and his footpads silenced his quick and nimble steps. "Yeah, man, I just can't get a break today..." He sighed, tired and frustrated. "Got a gun?" He asked Candy as he fished a handgun out of one of the side-pockets on his duffel bag and offered it to her. "Want one? They're not hard to use." He said, and waited for her to comply. Maybe she already had a gun, or if not, at least knew how, as it would save him the trouble of explaining about the safeties, or how to hold and aim one properly.
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