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.))
Feel free to dodge, The Captain isn't a good shot.
No blood, Claire will hear the bullet bounce on the floor.]
Who's pretending?
[He grabs a chair and throws it. Doesn't even seem to use much effort.
It flies fast, it's not too accurate though.
If it hits, it'd kill a guy.
If it misses, it'll smash to splinters against a wall.]
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Now Mr. Matthews...I was only statin' a fact.
Also you shouldn't throw things here. It might start a fight.
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The knife cuts fabric but bounces off of flesh.]
Ow!
Okay, that sort of ☠☠☠☠ stopped being funny long ago.
If you throw your gun at me next, I may have to pop your head like a grape.
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Hmm? Why would I do somethin' like that?I wouldn't hurt a fly, Mr. Matthews.