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Post by Satoru Alabaster on May 27, 2014 21:11:49 GMT -5
Satoru clicked the remote to stop it, giving the redhead a look. "You're supposed to SHOOT, Red," he drawled out, eyes narrowing into a glare. "I'm not going to slow the damn pace just because you're getting frustrated. Keep up."
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Post by Eva King on May 27, 2014 21:26:15 GMT -5
Eva and Greg looked between the other two. Hotaru simply glared in return. What was he gonna do? Kick her out? Fine, wasn't a loss to her. Shoot her? Probably wouldn't be the best idea for business. "You can't honestly expect us to pick this us like this do you?" She asked him.
Greg frowned. "Hotaru, just-"
"No, shut up." She told him before looking back at Satoru. "Yeah, I get it, guns are more effective than fists, but you've gotta be out of your fucking mind if you REALLY think a couple of newbies are gonna learn this way."
Eva just sighed and shook her head, this wouldn't turn out very pretty.
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on May 27, 2014 22:05:20 GMT -5
"Then by all means, leave if you think THIS is difficult," Satoru said, limping over. "Because you'll wind up dead in a firefight if I started you off easy." Easy they'd get used to. Easy they'd get cocky with. Easy would get them killed. It wasn't kind in the traditional sense, but he was doing what he could to keep them alive. "I learned in harder conditions than this."
He clicked the remote in his pocket as he stood nearly nose to nose with Hotaru and pulled out Vera as fresh targets came out, zipping by as quick as they could make it and in a configuration that seemed impossible to predict. Six shots rang out, explosions in a mineshaft. Arm steady and moving faster than a whiplash.
The targets stopped, each with a bullseye right smack dab in the center.
"The faster you can force yourself to adjust to a world that won't slow down for you, the better off you'll be. You can start here, where you won't get your head blown off." He gestured to the door. "Or out there, where I'm surprised it hasn't happened to you yet. Did you learn to fight in your gang by learning from the best and getting beaten down, or did they ease you into it?" Because he was certain there wasn't time for the latter.
The streets were aptly name the school of hard knocks, after all
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Post by Eva King on May 27, 2014 22:35:03 GMT -5
Hotaru just stood there, refusing to move even an inch. Greg and Eva were both staring at the targets in awe, but the redhead would be damned if she did the same. Deep down she knew Satoru was right, but she HATED being shown up like this, HATED IT. Son of a bitch, why did she even come here to begin with?
"Fuck this!" She finally snapped, putting the gun down. She'd had enough of this guy.
Eva frowned once she realized what was going on, Hotaru was about to leave. But she couldn't! If she left Greg would no doubt follow her, which meant SHE would have to go too. They had just gotten here for god's sake, she couldn't go NOW!
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Post by Satoru Alabaster on May 27, 2014 23:21:26 GMT -5
Satoru made no move to stop her from leaving. He had made his call and he'd stand by it, if Hotaru wanted to leave then so be it. Satoru didn't much mind. "Oi," he called out. "Lounge has food and drinks if you'd rather just wait." Food would probably get some attention, he knew how much food could suck out their. Egil seemed to bring in food all the time, and he just... sort of kept bringing it. Satoru and Mina had come to the conclusion he was bringing it all to share...
It would let them stick around and let Eva have some much-needed time away from the gang and her abuser.
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Post by Eva King on May 27, 2014 23:35:10 GMT -5
Hotaru was just about to make her way out, but the mention of food was just too tempting. She turned to her friends, who both seemed to be sharing the same thought as herself, and sighed. "Well I'm not passing up something to eat." She would REALLY had to be stupid to do that considering their lifestyle. Stealing food wasn't a problem on most days, but if it wasn't necessary for their next meal then why not?
Greg and Eva exchanged looks and smiled. Thank god. "Well," the elder of the trio said as she put her gun up for now. "What're we waiting for? I'm starved." She saw Greg put up his own gun and he tugged on his cap(it was actually pretty new, she'd have to ask him how he got it sometime, she seriously doubted he would bothering stealing it).
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