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((From Kirin)) Lots of new faces. Bain's been on a hiring streak. Or things have been going bad, need replacements. Hard to tell.
Well I’d like to think it’s just a hiring streak. I’d rather not be someone’s replacement, haha. *grins* What’s your name?
Robin had never really been much of a heavy sleeper, especially not since moving to whatever piece of shit she now called home, in whatever piece of shit neighborhood she had found. But she had gotten more and more used to sleeping through the constant window breaking and chatter from the street below, at one point apparently even managing to sleep through a shootout. However, the sound of the window breaking in her apartment, in her bedroom, was enough for her to bolt straight up. Her hands quickly finding the gun and the flashlight hidden underneath the bed. As mentioned….This wasn’t exactly the friendliest of neighborhoods and it was not like the cops had managed to find all of her belongings anyway. Almost tangling herself in the bedsheets when scurrying to a standing position she found a good enough foothold to point her gun and the shitty dollar-store flashlight at the broken window, the shitty LED’s flickered slightly before barely illuminating the small room and the shape standing in the mist of her chaos. It took her one second to notice it was a male standing there and that he wasn’t moving or seemed to be doing anything remotely aggressive, it took her another second to realize she knew him, and a third before realizing just how well she had known him, and the fact that she was pointing a gun at him. “Holy shit! Javier?” She lowered the gun.
The light shining in his eye so suddenly has pretty much blinded him for a second. He hissed a little, covering his eyes and swearing under his breath. Wait-- had that been a gun?? He rubbed his eyes a little, opening them as soon as he could.
Well at least she recognized him.
“Robin!” He beamed, stepping towards her and pulling her into a bear hug. Maybe it’d been a little too forward but he was just so happy to see a familiar face that wasn’t from the Cartel.
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He side eyes Jacket, trying to act like he’s not staring at him but not managing to hide the fact very well. He’d heard stories about the guy but he’d never actually met him before.
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Breaking out hadn’t exactly been easy on him. Neither had prison, but that was sort of an extension of breaking out... Or was the break out an extension of being in jail? He shook his head, having much more important things to worry about. He’d managed to track down one of his old crew members to this appartment, and hopefully she’d still remember him. It had been about 8 years since he’d seen any of them, so he couldn’t really blame her if she didn’t.
Had he not been thinking so erratically from the fear of the pigs finding him, he’d have knocked on the door and waited for her to answer it. Instead he didn’t want to be seen. At all.
He’d never been the stealthy one, in fact he’d always stayed on another roof with a silenced sniper rifle and kept an eye on everyone else while they went to sneak about and now he was trying to break into a door. It was very frustrating, so much so that he’d just broken the window instead and climbed in, looking around at the darkness.
