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[buryme-withmyspurs-a]

+ 5 called her c r a z y

    She felt the weapon aimed     at her head, and her eyes     grew.  Usually, Outlaw     was careful — there had     been a few miscalculations     tonight.                       Her hands went up in                        a sort of surrender; she                       never dropped her gun.      ” — Alright.            Y’got me.”

[irishrebornamerican-archive]

lonespacecontractor needs something from the Irish American

"Y-yes...?" The female didn't know if the one knocking on her door was lost, or somehow got into the wrong building.  But she didn't recognize the person in front of her at all. 

Tilting her head ever so slightly to the right, her gun metal blues shifted down, as her leg moved her cat away from the door.

"I-I don't know if you're looking for a person with the last name martin, but there's two of us in this building, to be honest mate."