Oct 20, 2014
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"I said we could not get a puppy."
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"I said we could not get a puppy."
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♟: Patching up a wound
Mike flinched when the other tied the bandage around his arm, which was bleeding freely. A bullet had gone through his arm, completely shattering the bone as well.
"Mick… Not too tight now…" He winced, closing his eyes and hissing through his teeth.
"Shite…" He opened his eyes and grinned at the other. "Don’t think Oi can shoot now, eh?" He chuckled.
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“You’re about to see a whole different side of me today.”
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"'Sup, Snipe." He grunted, giving a quick nod in the other merc's direction.
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Headcanon meme - send me a symbol and I’ll describe my muse’s…
✿: Laugh.
The Scout has several laughs, all used for different situations.
When she’s nervous or trying hard to cover up something she’s done, she laughs quietly, with tight lips, anxious eyes wandering all over the place. Her voice seems drained.
When somebody tells a stupid joke, in a monotone, she’ll say ‘ha ha’, and then, despite herself, proceed to smile and give a weak chuckle.
When she gets tickled, she’ll giggle and squeal and hiccup until there’s tears in her eyes.
And then, there’s her genuine laugh, one that she saves for the best jokes, for things that are just too funny, she can’t help but break out into fits of giggles, followed by full-blown, throw-your-head-back, belly-aching, contagious laughter. It’s what breaks the seriousness in the room, the silence; her laugh.
☁: Ideal holiday.
During her childhood, the Scout had never had the chance to enjoy a proper holiday. Most of the time, her father would be away on ‘business trips’ in Florida or California, while she would be left at home to be taken care of by her older sisters.
But she’s always dreamed of going down to California herself, to enjoy the beach, a luxury she’s never had the chance to experience. That’s her ideal holiday; to spend a week or two on the sand, under the bright sun, with the sound of the waves rolling on the shore.
aussiemarksman said: *whispers.* The mate’s more likely ta end up at me van.
The appearance of the others weapon, seemingly out of the thin air, had Mick eying it wearily, knowing his own was not on him at the moment. His premature age had saved him from the others wrath last time but now he hardly had that did he?
"What do ya want this time ya wanker?” Perhaps he shouldn’t be speaking to the other so rudely but the sight of the Brutal triggered the steady flame of loathing within him. The others kicks had left bruises littering his torso all because of those stupid boots.
He laughed, holding the knife so it pointed at the other Sniper. "Yer hardly in any position to be makin' any demands or orderin' me around, kid."
He took a slow step forward. "Last toime yew were a kid, so that saved yer ass. Not roight now, though. Nothin' keepin' me from doin' wot Oi want! Imagine that!"
aussiemarksman Mike smirked at his counterpart, hands on his hips and hip cocked. "A shootin' game, ya say? And ya need a partner?" He asked, chuckling. "Mate, you know that we can't be partners. We'll dominate the hell outta the rest of the team."
