Claire Stanfield ✗ Vino ✗ Felix Walken (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
railtracer) wrote2011-08-16 02:32 pm
railtracer) wrote2011-08-16 02:32 pm
♠ 3 ♠ - I'm the monster who's gonna devour you all. -
[A. Action // Olney's Tavern]
[If you knew of the events on the Flying Pussyfoot in December 1931 or the true reason behind his alias, Vino, you'd have a hard time distinguishing the tavern from the conductor car on the Flying Pussyfoot or just a normal everyday hit. The walls are covered in the blood of the drone patrons and co-workers and so is he. A silver revolver with a noticeable scratch on the side (made by a certain Mexican girl's katana) in his hands.]
[Just then, out of the corner of his eye he notices a drone moving. He walks over and kneals down next to him and picks him up by his hair.]
[He then picks up a knife from the table and cuts his throat. Before the drone man can completely bleed out, he drops him and he's gone.]
[B. Action // ANYWHERE IN TOWN!!]
[A blood soaked man in a bartender getup is walking through town. The drones don't notice the blood at all and cheerfully wave at him saying things like "Good afternoon, Mr. Stanfield!" They in turn get a cheerful reply back...as well as a nice little bullet hole in their heads when they start walking away. Approach him if you dare.]
((DISCLAIMER: Claire has been killdroned for not drinking the milk. Harm may come to your character. But I guess you already knew that.))
[If you knew of the events on the Flying Pussyfoot in December 1931 or the true reason behind his alias, Vino, you'd have a hard time distinguishing the tavern from the conductor car on the Flying Pussyfoot or just a normal everyday hit. The walls are covered in the blood of the drone patrons and co-workers and so is he. A silver revolver with a noticeable scratch on the side (made by a certain Mexican girl's katana) in his hands.]
Hey, anyone mind cleanin' this mess up? I've gotta couple errands to run that I completely forgot about.[Just then, out of the corner of his eye he notices a drone moving. He walks over and kneals down next to him and picks him up by his hair.]
Hello Mr. Williams, you really don't look good. Maybe you should rest a little while. If you go home lookin' like this that wife o' yours will know what you've been doin' after work.[He then picks up a knife from the table and cuts his throat. Before the drone man can completely bleed out, he drops him and he's gone.]
[B. Action // ANYWHERE IN TOWN!!]
[A blood soaked man in a bartender getup is walking through town. The drones don't notice the blood at all and cheerfully wave at him saying things like "Good afternoon, Mr. Stanfield!" They in turn get a cheerful reply back...as well as a nice little bullet hole in their heads when they start walking away. Approach him if you dare.]
((DISCLAIMER: Claire has been killdroned for not drinking the milk. Harm may come to your character. But I guess you already knew that.))
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stolenguns and knives himself. He waves at you, with that darling drone smile.][He's got a rifle ready, pointed at Claire's forehead.]
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It most certainly is. It's probably the best day we've had all year.no subject
[He stares at the pistol, then smiles again at Claire. Amakusa adjusts his aim, making sure that the bullet's going right between Claire's eye, before pulling the trigger.]
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You know I should do that too one o' these days. That little scamp of mine has been wanting to hang out with his good ol' pop forever.no subject
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I'll...take...par--no subject
[He'll start to walk away, but unfortunately for him, he's bleeding out pretty bad. He'll finally fall over and hit the ground with a thud.]