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sirenspull_logs2012-05-31 04:36 pm
angel_of_death) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-05-31 04:36 pm
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Give us the tools, and we will finish the job.
Who: Walter C. Dornez and Jubilee
When: Backdated to 17 May, 5:00pm
Where: A weapons shop on the borders of sectors 2, 4, and 6
Summary: Walter promised his assistance in finding firearms for some of Michael Xavier's associates-- the Winchesters. Unfortunately, he's underaged, and buying eight guns attracts a little too much attention when a teenager's involved. The solution? He coordinates the acquisitions with Jubilee.
Warnings: Just a bit of rambling about firearms. Maybe a bit of cursing if Walter's foul mouth comes into play. Nothing horrific or scarring to see here.
At five, Walter was at the designated intersection as they had arranged. And just as he had stated-- though the statement itself had held a hint of jest-- the young man from wartime Britain stood out rather noticeably in the crowd. Attired in a waistcoat ensemble of muted blue, grey, and black, and holding what might very well amount to one of the weightiest NVs in the city, Walter made his phone call as promised.
To the astonishment of some passers-by, his NV had an actual phone in it. And although Walter was accustomed to receiving second glances by now, the particular level of attention he was receiving at the moment was mildly annoying. Thankfully, the ringtone managed to drown out some of the inquisitive and derisive whispers.
When: Backdated to 17 May, 5:00pm
Where: A weapons shop on the borders of sectors 2, 4, and 6
Summary: Walter promised his assistance in finding firearms for some of Michael Xavier's associates-- the Winchesters. Unfortunately, he's underaged, and buying eight guns attracts a little too much attention when a teenager's involved. The solution? He coordinates the acquisitions with Jubilee.
Warnings: Just a bit of rambling about firearms. Maybe a bit of cursing if Walter's foul mouth comes into play. Nothing horrific or scarring to see here.
At five, Walter was at the designated intersection as they had arranged. And just as he had stated-- though the statement itself had held a hint of jest-- the young man from wartime Britain stood out rather noticeably in the crowd. Attired in a waistcoat ensemble of muted blue, grey, and black, and holding what might very well amount to one of the weightiest NVs in the city, Walter made his phone call as promised.
To the astonishment of some passers-by, his NV had an actual phone in it. And although Walter was accustomed to receiving second glances by now, the particular level of attention he was receiving at the moment was mildly annoying. Thankfully, the ringtone managed to drown out some of the inquisitive and derisive whispers.