#siixshots

[zhartha]

“Hello, McCree.” The omnic would offer a wave-- with the lightness of his voice the robot seemed lazy, creeping glitches in his voice box; the gentle chime of his mala comforting. “Would you care to join me?” // @siixshots

[f-udoshin-blog]

   ➵ The evening sun blazes fiercely against the horizon, forcing Hanzo to squint and duck into shadows stretching down the pavement. It’s a small, quiet town, slightly dilapidated and humble due to the small population and halfhearted reconstruction post-Crisis. The perfect place for a nobody wanna-be to restock, rest up, and find fewer prying eyes.

  ➵ Gazes still pry, unfortunately. Hanzo is guilty. It isn’t terribly hard to pick out people like him among the native population; with experience comes common practice, leading to similarly afflicted individuals to miraculously cross paths. Keeping a low profile includes avoiding other bounty hunters. If one knows what to look for, they often stick out like sore thumbs.

  ➵ This one almost seems intentional. The man is even wearing the near-exact outfit in his bounty post. Hanzo makes sure to skirt far from him, but he can’t help the occasional curious glance.

@siixshots​

[ofmeka]

@siixshots || drunk starters come get one!!!

─── ≫ 🎮 ≪ ─── ❝ Okay , I don’t drink whiskey but I’m gonna go for it! I’m so gonna wear your hat the whole time though. ❞

She’ s already drunk and she’s going to steal his hat.

[wilhelmj08]

Reunion

                                                   @siixshots​ 

It was mid day and most of the other Operators were out on missions. Only a few remained at base. Of those few were the new recruits and a couple of Veteran agents who were tasked with greeting them and showing them around. So think of this as a Job orientation!

The door to the waiting area shot open as a loud voice came barreling through the room. “HELLO RECRUITS!” The Man said before walking in. He turned and scanned the room, noticing only one man standing next to the table. He tried to make the person out but from this distance the figure was fuzzy. He rubbed his eye as he began to move closer to the other. After a few blinks the man gave a warm smile. He knew who this person was! He was so happy to see him again!

The Giant then proceeded to run up to his old friend, wrapping his arms around him as he gave him a big strong hug. He then proceeded to yell as loudly as he could while raising the other up into the air.”JESSE! MY FRIEND! I AM SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU AGAIN! I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!” He yelled as he hugged tighter, not realizing he might be crushing the poor man!

[theyoungdragon]

✖ //shooty bang bang fingerguns

Send me an ✖ if you enjoy my portrayal (x)

I got hit. Who thought that it was a good idea to bring in guns???

[theyoungdragon]

How he had managed to get past the last few months, Hanzo didn’t know. Having lost quite some weight, facial hair having grown and haphazardly cut hair greasy and uneven, along with some dried up patches of blood on his clothes, it was clear that the former yakuza prince had gone through quite some hardships. Fleeing from the clan hadn’t been easy, especially when he had a limited amount of money, unable to withdraw any from his bank account without the Elders being able to track down where he was. Especially with most of his money having been spent in getting him out of Japan, having had to pay extra charges for people to not report him.

Finally, though, it seemed like the Shimada gumi had lost track of him, having not seen any of them for two weeks. It made Hanzo think of the next step of fleeing from the clan, which meant finding himself a place to settle. Find some simple job, one that didn’t draw attention to him, and live the quiet and relatively normal life he’d always wanted to live.

It didn’t seem like he was going to have that any time soon, though, as he arrived at Route 66, a place that clearly didn’t want to have any outsiders, graffiti telling him to stay out of ‘Deadlock area’. Still, he couldn’t afford going back, that would mean potentially running back into the arms of Shimada gumi, a huge gamble with every day that he weakened. Besides, the graffiti could easily be old, the route being left behind and no one having bothered to clean up behind themselves. And so, he went onward, remaining stealthy just to be sure. Maybe, if he was sure that there was little to no sign of life here, he could try and raid one of the buildings for food and water, his own rations in desperate need of restock. 

Starter for @siixshots

[exmortem-blog1]

           (( @siixshots ))

❛    I’VE HEARD stories about your aim, sharpshooter,❜ slips from the spider’s cold lips, hands stuffed neatly in pockets, an overwhelming exhaustion biting at her extremities, as if it were the cold (( but she knew it was only the MEDICATION )). back turned to him, cold gaze on the headstone in front of her. she doesn’t need to look to know who it is. ❛such a pity stories can’t always be true, hm?❜