"Oh, shut up." She said, her face bright red and a smile tugging at her lips. She aimed again and pulled the trigger again, being pushed backwards slightly when the gun fired.
Conner gently caught her with a hand when she stumbled backwards, "The kickback is harsh," he admitted, "But you get used to it with practice," as a demonstration, he held the gun up with one hand, flicking the safety off with his thumb before firing four bullets rapid-fire. He didn't move, lowering the gun as the four cans fell off of the dumpsters, perfect bullet holes in their center
Fiona nodded with a grin "Nice shot." She started flicking the safety on and off absentmindedly as she looked at the cans, ready to try again.
Conner set the cans back up again, "Pretend they're my face and you should be able to hit them pretty easily" he joked, sliding the gun into his back pocket absent-mindedly.
She laughed lightly "I don't think so," She raised the gun in front of herself again and aimed for an old pop can, exhaling slightly before flicking off the safety and pulling the trigger. The can fell backwards, a bullet hole by the bottom of the can. Fiona's face lit up and she pumped her fist into the air "Yes! I hit it!"
Conner grinned, "Nice!" he praised, "Try a few more times, then we'll try some moving targets."
Kinda feeling like adding another character for when Conner dies, but making him come in and steal the gun from Conner's pocket, taking one of them hostage, doesn't matter which one//
(Yes!)
She nodded quickly and aimed again at another can, hitting it a little closer to the middle this time. "What are we going to use as a moving target?" She asked, glancing over at Conner after a few shots.
"I'm gonna throw cans at you," he said, completely serious, raising his gun and releasing a few shots at a particularly large milk can
Lemme snizzety snatch a bio//
oke!//
"Wow. So nice." Fiona said sarcastically, trying to remain straight faced but failing horribly. She hit another can and lowered her gun, flicking the safety back on and watching Conner.
(Hey, you should kidnap molly it'd be easy and fun :D)
Molly stood alone in the dark outside the hospital. She rubbed her red neck and a bruise on her arm.
It's gonna be okay. she told herself as tears surfaced, He doesn't mean to hurt you.
She rubs her eyes and starts to wander down the sidewalk.
oke!//
"Wow. So nice." Fiona said sarcastically, trying to remain straight faced but failing horribly. She hit another can and lowered her gun, flicking the safety back on and watching Conner.
Name: Thomas Samoyra Barton
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Skills: skills in double swords, hand to hand combat, and sniper
Age: 19
Personality: Cold and cut off, but a jokester
once you get to know him.
Team: Avengers
Father: Unknown
Mother: Moyra Ryan (deceased)
Siblings: Samantha Ryan (deceased), Myra Barton (Adopted)
Backstory: Had been preparing for the apocalypse for months with the rest of his army command, they'd known about it forever. When it came, all of his command were immediately turned and he killed all of them to get out alive. He always regrets it, but doesn't let it hold him back. Instead, he took his knife and put a tally mark on his arm for each man he killed, running horizontally on the back of his arm. The twelve scars are obvious so he can remind himself why he's alive every time he sees them.
(O.O didn't expect him to be this dark but here you go folks. I give you Thomas)
Thomas crept up behind the kids, his knife in his hand. He was just gonna take one as ransom, they probably had some nice weapons or something. His gaze flicked to the boy where he saw the outline of a gun in his back pocket. Thomas grimly slid his knife away and lunged forward, pulling the gun out and aiming it at Fiona's head, "Drop the gun, miss." he said quietly, yet firmly.
Conner's head jerked over and his eyes widened, "Hey, hey, we weren't doing you any harm. Why don't you put the gun down and we'll talk?" he said rapidly.
Thomas' eyes rolled, "You exhaust me already," he growled, shoving the gun harder against Fiona's head, "I said drop it"
ignore the Avengers XD he's a Marvel oc//
(Nevermind, you're good.)
(Just read over your guy and i have no problem with him, but he seems like a dark character. Just remember PG. Thanks!)
(Nevermind, you're good.)
(Just read over your guy and i have no problem with him, but he seems like a dark character. Just remember PG. Thanks!)
Yeah, most of my characters have a dark side, but they usually don't cross the line. If he does anything, I'll put a trigger warning before I post it//
Fiona went stiff and she held onto the gun, refusing to drop it "No." She said firmly, her heart racing and her eyes darting over to Conner.
Thomas swung the gun over to Conner's head, who froze immediately, "How about now, sweetheart?" he growled, hating himself with every fiber of his being. He was a soldier someone who was supposed to protect but the apocalypse had brought him to this, "I'm sure you wouldn't enjoy me blowing your little boyfriend's head off right now.
"Run!" Conner said, "Fiona, go!" he said to her.
"I'll kill him if you do," Thomas warned, clicking off the safety.
"Leave. Him. Alone." She growled, her hands trembling as she dropped the gun on the ground by her foot. She glanced at Conner "Go," she said softly "Get Molly..or someone, but run and get help."
Thomas looked at Conner, keeping the gun trained on him as he wrapped a muscular arm around Fiona and easily hoisted her up, constricting her in his grip. He ran off towards his hideout, just a few blocks away.
As soon as Thomas started running, Conner scrambled to pick up Fiona's gun and ran after them, training the gun on the back of Thomas' head and… click
D*** it! Out of bullets!
Conner looked up to see they were gone and swore again, turning and running back towards the hospital, nearly bumping into Molly, "Molly! There you are!" Conner gasped, "Fiona! She's been taken by some man in army getup," he said, tugging her towards his house where he loaded the gun with bullets and strapped a belt on with more ammo, "We have to get her," he said, running out past her before she could answer, panic setting in.
Molly pulls out her gun, quickly wiping leftover tears from her face and becoming herself again.
"Calm down you idiot. We can't sneak up if you're yelling like a madman." she shoves him.
