Jan 25, 2015
"Uh…mates? Why the blooDY HELL HIS TAVISH TRYING TO KILL ME FUCK I HAVE TA GET OUTTA THERE SOMEONE HELP!!"
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"Uh…mates? Why the blooDY HELL HIS TAVISH TRYING TO KILL ME FUCK I HAVE TA GET OUTTA THERE SOMEONE HELP!!"
"Ouch mate...bein hit there..."
Mick Arc prologue: 'Wait...you're here?!'
It was normal to see Mick Mundy, SHSL Shaprshooter, to be yelling when someone bothered him, pissed him off somehow, or just because. It was NOT normal for him to yell at a complete stranger (might be added that this stranger is a new student here), who was actually calm. "Please, bushman." The stranger said with a French accent, "I've not tracked you down for nothing you know. There is a reason for...." He paused for a moment, "Me being here. Luckily the school enrolled me here this late in the year, along with not actually revealing my actual title." He explained. The Australian glared at the Frenchman through his sunglasses as he seethed, "Yeah? Doesn't mean ya get to bump inta me life again. Didn't I leave yer sorry ass behind back in New Mexico?!" He growled, "Far as I'm concerned, I'm the SHSL Sharpshooter, I came here under me own terms, 'nd I left you, Rènè Malleroux, behind!!" "Oui, and I'm the SHSL Fashion Designer." The stranger named Rène rolled his eyes, "Worry not. They didn't room me with you, but instead with a...linguist. His old roommate was requested to move to some other person's room. Truth to be told, I feel sorry for the poor linguist, hearing rumors about him...and you too, Mundy." He smirked and then look at the watch. He dropped the smirk, "Well, I best be going. I'll be seeing you around." And he turned and left for the dorms. The Sharpshooter was seething with rage as his body shook, "...Damn you...!!"
"Ha! I'd like ta see anyone ta get me 'nd tha others strip!"
Someone is a target...?
pastyfacegreenhair "...who in tha hell 're ya....?"
"'ey Mick? You ok there man? Been starin at that letter fer over an hour..."
"....You don't wanna know. I can tell ya it's bad. Fuckin' bad.
He didn't tell me 'e was transferin here...."
"Who?"
"Someone ya don' wanna know."
Someone is a target
royalreality ---- "You alright?" Mick looked at the red head, "Nearly busted yer head open there mate."
"Okay wot's with everyone being embodiments of....?"