Post by Mikoto on Jun 23, 2011 17:14:50 GMT -5
A loud whistle came through the night air. "...Wow...ain't she a hottie...~" A rather loud smack was heard within the night, followed by a hiss of pain. Two black cladded figures walked through the park, their domain, their home, per se. "I DON'T need to hear you say that!" Hissed a venomous feminine voice, her pink hair flashing within the street lamps.
"Oh c'mon sis. She was fine." Cooed the blonde beside her, the one he called sis rolling her eyes, glaring at him. "Hey easy now...I'm still recovering from the last time you shot at me." He said, placing his hands up in defense. "Fear and Regret." They both stopped. The girl looked around, her face slowly starting to come to a snarl as the blonde appeared calm but was watching.
Then they spotted her. A woman with orange sunglasses sitting on a bench, fully illuminated. "Whoa I knew she was hot from a distance b--" He heard a gun load. He visibly flinched, awaiting the gun to fire. But instead, he saw it raise towards the girl and visibly relaxed. "You're next." The boy flinched. Damn, he didn't get away.
The woman said nothing but looked at her. "My boss wants to hire you two. He heard you two are good with guns." The strawberry-colored haired girl's eyes narrowed as she kept the gun at her. "He, hmm? We already turned down Rachael's offer...what makes you think we'll give into yours?" The black haired woman's head tilted upward.
"At least my boss isn't insane." "She raises a good point. Rachael is pr--" The girl elbowed her brother in the chest with her free hand. "So. What does he want?" the girl asked. The girl stood up, causing the grasp of the girl's gun to tighten. "I'll tell you...if you both can best me."
Two gun shots came and neither of them came from the girl holding the gun. "You son of a...!" She hissed, holding her hand as her gun skidded from her grasp. The blonde boy had jumped back, narrowly escaping the bullet. "Why do all the pretty ones just want to fight..." The woman in black shrugged.
"We can flirt later. I'm on a job. So Fear," She looked at the girl who was hastily grabbing her gun. "Regret." The boy looked at her. "Before we start, can't I get a cutie's name? Maybe a number?" Fear rolled her eyes. "Florinda." The woman spoke, raising the two guns she held in her hand.
They both knew not to underestimate her for they barely saw her draw it. "As for the number...I'll give it to you if you can best me." Regret smirked as he drew his gun from his holster. "Now when you say it like that...I can't help but want to try now." Fear growled. "Yeah yeah...you'd just let me die here if she didn't say that..." She grumbled under her breath.
"Come." Then it started.
"Oh c'mon sis. She was fine." Cooed the blonde beside her, the one he called sis rolling her eyes, glaring at him. "Hey easy now...I'm still recovering from the last time you shot at me." He said, placing his hands up in defense. "Fear and Regret." They both stopped. The girl looked around, her face slowly starting to come to a snarl as the blonde appeared calm but was watching.
Then they spotted her. A woman with orange sunglasses sitting on a bench, fully illuminated. "Whoa I knew she was hot from a distance b--" He heard a gun load. He visibly flinched, awaiting the gun to fire. But instead, he saw it raise towards the girl and visibly relaxed. "You're next." The boy flinched. Damn, he didn't get away.
The woman said nothing but looked at her. "My boss wants to hire you two. He heard you two are good with guns." The strawberry-colored haired girl's eyes narrowed as she kept the gun at her. "He, hmm? We already turned down Rachael's offer...what makes you think we'll give into yours?" The black haired woman's head tilted upward.
"At least my boss isn't insane." "She raises a good point. Rachael is pr--" The girl elbowed her brother in the chest with her free hand. "So. What does he want?" the girl asked. The girl stood up, causing the grasp of the girl's gun to tighten. "I'll tell you...if you both can best me."
Two gun shots came and neither of them came from the girl holding the gun. "You son of a...!" She hissed, holding her hand as her gun skidded from her grasp. The blonde boy had jumped back, narrowly escaping the bullet. "Why do all the pretty ones just want to fight..." The woman in black shrugged.
"We can flirt later. I'm on a job. So Fear," She looked at the girl who was hastily grabbing her gun. "Regret." The boy looked at her. "Before we start, can't I get a cutie's name? Maybe a number?" Fear rolled her eyes. "Florinda." The woman spoke, raising the two guns she held in her hand.
They both knew not to underestimate her for they barely saw her draw it. "As for the number...I'll give it to you if you can best me." Regret smirked as he drew his gun from his holster. "Now when you say it like that...I can't help but want to try now." Fear growled. "Yeah yeah...you'd just let me die here if she didn't say that..." She grumbled under her breath.
"Come." Then it started.