Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7497475-20160811113209/@comment-26571677-20160812072247

The clack of heels echoed throughout the area, and someone appeared in front of the thriving thief. At first glance, he looked to be a simple hobo, someone to not pay attention to. Right until one saw the large, black rifle on his back. A hand went up, and tipped his hat at the girl, as his mouth chewed on a toothpick, poncho blowing in the breeze.

"G'day girly. Now, before you try and run, I should tell you, I can hit a fly at a distance of one-and-a-half kilometres whil falling from a helicopter. I don't think striking you right in the square of your back will be much harder than that, no?"

He spat the toothpick to the ground, eyes never leaving her own, regarding the ice-blue ones with caution.

"Now, I don't know how you make people act so strangely, but I'm betting it's got something to do with your touch. So, why don't we settle this the easier way? You lay down your weapons, drop the bloody shit you've stolen, and then turn yourself into the nearest copper station? How about that?"

As he talked, his hands whipped out the rifle, pointing it at the ground, but keeping his finger near the trigger.

"But considering your types....you never bloody take the easy way, do you?"