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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 22:48:35 GMT
Post by daisydukes on Oct 31, 2012 22:48:35 GMT
The heat is something Sebastian could never get used to, not in this lifetime anyways. It was his decision to move out of the city, it was too dangerous, to many things wanting to kill you and not enough space to escape or hide. The man gives a sigh, adjusting the duffel bag on his shoulder which contains much bigger guns than those on the holsters on his jeans.
"Looks like we'll be needing some sun lotion," He joked, turning his head to see what his boss was up to.
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tama
Survivor
what is it with me and the bad guys srsly
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Day 1
Oct 31, 2012 23:32:18 GMT
Post by tama on Oct 31, 2012 23:32:18 GMT
Jim looked up from searching through the contents of his own bag, giving Sebastian a raised-eyebrow expression before rolling his eyes, the hint of a smile unintentionally seeping out. "Some shelter would serve the same purpose," he retorted, muttering a little "Aha!" under his breath as he located the spare penknife he'd thrown in there. He slipped it into his pocket and stood up, lifting the bag onto his shoulder as he did, and fixing Sebastian with a look that seemed like a challenge but could have been nothing at all.
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Day 1
Nov 1, 2012 17:58:02 GMT
Post by daisydukes on Nov 1, 2012 17:58:02 GMT
"Well sir, we have this entire plain to search for some," He mopped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand, eyes squinting around to try and make out something that could be helpful.
"Or I'm sure we could find somebody elses. Heard there's bandits and everything out here," And a mischievous grin spread across his face ever so slowly.
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