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Post by Deadshot on Aug 2, 2008 22:43:53 GMT -5
Detroit, MI
Deadshot was underneath a computer panel in a shaft. She was not very carefully cutting and twisting some wires together and apart. "... By my side, whats the story behind that devious smile... Doo, Doo, Doo..." She sang quietly to herself, hearing the echo of her voice was amusing. She smiled and watched as the wire sparked "And thats my cue!" Quickly sliding down the shaft, she banged out a grill and jumped down. Straight into some waiters, they began to shout at her and she shot one of them. The other ran, "Yes RUN! Its about to-" Hearing a click. "shit."
A sequence of explosions was all that came after, bolting she made it to the window and broke through. She was on the third floor. Landing flat on her back, she watched as more explosions went through the building. Her gun was a few feet from her. "Isn't that pretty." Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a cigarette and stuck in her mouth. Getting up, she began to search her pockets for a lighter. With a smash a piece of dabree landed by her, still burning she stuck her cigarette to it. "Well just another use!" Smiling, picking up her gun and stuffing it back into its holster she walked away. The building was still exploding. "Why is that these mob guys always wire explosives to their buildings! Makes no sense." She had been hired to blow the building up and to kill a guy. She was gonna kill the guy tomorrow. "Or maybe the next day."
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Post by Travis wilson on Aug 4, 2008 15:26:17 GMT -5
RRRRAAAAAMMMM. Sirens where heard as Travis drove. Travis had just killed an mobster whom he was hired to kill. The police where not after him but he didn't know that. Not wanting to shake them, but instead seeing it as fun, he shot at them hitting one of the officers in the chest. Ten minutes into the chase more officers appeared, which meant more fun. Travis decided it was time to see them die. Travis has a load of grenades in the truck and one on his lap. He got the grenade ready, through it in the backseat and quickly jumped out his car and ran. Travis turned around and heard an explosion. Only his car had crashed into a tree and hadn't exploded yet. He turned to see he was next to an exploding building. "Ohhh, someone trying to be like me? Well theres only room for one person who have killer doorknobs in this universe!!!" He yelled to himself without noticing Deadshot.
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Post by Deadshot on Aug 4, 2008 16:42:32 GMT -5
Deadshot noticed the man and heard what he had said. Walking up to him, her gun still out she began to shake it at him. "Hey thats my line! Nobody else says doorknobs, in MY universe!" She had seen the police, and just as she was going to deal with it. The car the man had been in blew up. The police occupied she turned her attention back to the guy.
"And who says I'm being like you?!? You could be being like me, and so theres no possible way I could be like you, if your being like me, and hence the blowy-uppyness of the building, because I blew up the building before you blew up your car." She put her hands on her hips, her gun still out and nodded her head to him and smirked. "Some homo-sapien can't even begin to compare themselves to Deadshot..." She paused to think this through. "No, you can't... It wouldn't be fair." She grinned. She'd only wait for a response before shooting him.
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Post by Travis wilson on Aug 4, 2008 17:03:44 GMT -5
Travis turned to see someone that resembled him and did the same things he does. "Who you calling homo?" Travis asked to Deadshot calling him a homo-sapien. Travis quickly pulled out his gun and attempted to shoot her. "My doorknobs are cooler then yours emo girl!" Travis ducked as he shot.
((Sorry so short))
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Post by Deadshot on Aug 6, 2008 11:29:02 GMT -5
Dodging the bullet, she said, "Who are you calling emo, homo!?!" Imediatly she popped off a few rounds attempting to hit the human. Tumbling to a slightly farther position, she laughed. Holstering her gun. She gave this innocent smile, she didn't even know if she had hit him or not. "Why can't we just be friends, doorknob?" She had her hands up, have a sweet little smile on her face that hinted of sarcasm.
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Post by Travis wilson on Aug 6, 2008 14:57:08 GMT -5
"Who you calling homo, emo!!!" Travis yelled as he had been shot. Travis quickly healed and watched the bullet come out his skin, with blood on it. "My doorknobs are super, ultra, omgea cool!!!" Travis yelled loudly. Travis looked at her and stopped shooting. "Wait do......do we know each other?"
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Post by Deadshot on Aug 11, 2008 0:39:04 GMT -5
Her hands still up she had not expected him to stop or say that. "wai- what?" Her hands down my her side again, she pulled her gun out and just twirled it. Small, semi-automatic. Looking at him closely, she could see some simularity's. Doubling over laughing, she just about busted a gut. Deadshot had all her memories, going back to when she was... sane. Knowing where she came from and who. "They made another one? The crazy kooks. Would of thought after having a facility destroyed they wouldn't have attempted it. haha. How intresting." Slowing her breathing, she put her hands on her hips and went closer almost poking her face into his. "Its a male version of myself... or something like that. Doorknobs indeed. You don't know stupid homo.. er.. Well your not a homo. Guess you'll need another name." She put her finger to her chin and thought. Kinda forgeting about the fighting or the gun in her hand.
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Post by Travis wilson on Aug 11, 2008 8:33:02 GMT -5
Travis spoke In sync with her. "They made another one?! Let's try a test and see." Travis thought about the things he could do. "What's the best brand of chips ever?" If she answered correctly he would put his gun to his head. Travis had a nine millimeter berrta pointed to his own head, an average person wouldn't think of evening dreaming about something like that. "Better yet I shoot, you shoot me. To prove we are a happy little family, with our great big gun's they are related to each other too! Want you shoot me too dumdum dunn!" Travis sung showing he wasn't very sane at all. Travis pointed the gun at her head. On three. One, two,..." He decided to let her say three. Though this was going to hurt like hell, it wouldn't kill him. Travis be healed in about three seconds.((They'll get longer))
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Post by Deadshot on Aug 19, 2008 10:48:49 GMT -5
Stopped talking when Travis began to speak in sync with herself. "The best brand of chips?!? Doritos, doorknob." She looked annoyed now. Another clone, wasn't a good thing. 'The little bastards had to go and fuck up my world long after their dead. Didn't they.' She smiled at his idea. "Fine, shoot out will have." She wasn't worried about being shot, not completely at least. She had never tried to absorb the energy from a bullet. "Its a form of energy." She mumbled under her breath. "Three!"
She raised her own gun and shot at him. ((hope this makes sense)) She watched in her mind as the bullet came at her and it slowed down close to her chest. It begun to glow a bright yellow and vanished a centimeter above her chest. She began to cackle happily. "Well that was a new move for a doorknob."
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Post by Travis wilson on Aug 25, 2008 9:45:19 GMT -5
Travis got shot, and fell to the ground. Five seconds later he was up again. He rose and eyebrow, and had a questionable look upon his face. He didn't see her fall. "What, new move?" Travis shot three more times, threw the gun and attempted to punch her. "But my groovy movies are better." If she attempted to hit him, he'd easily dodge it, his probability control wasn't really useful at the moment. "So, If I where to kiss my self, what would it fell like, IT'S TIME FOR A CHIP WAR!" Travis had got the idea to use chips as weapons to attack her with. He had little cheesy puffs left, they where the generic type so he wouldn't mind wasting them. Travis began to throw chips at her rapidly.
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