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12/6/2015 6:30:18 AM
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As she stirs, his aim tightens on her.
"Don't move."
His glare was cold, arms thick, pistol dark red and with a orange-red line running along the side, looking like magma.
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[i]"Plenty of room, trust me"[/i]
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He nods, crossing his arms. "Probably gonna stick around, then. Where I have been is a shit storm."
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[i]"Where where you?"[/i]
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"Earth, that area. It's.....it's gone."
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[b]She goes silent[/b]
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After a while he breaks the silence. "Alright, well I'm gonna go move in. See ya, Short Round." He chuckles a bit and starts to step away.
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[b]She smirks[/b] [i]"Later, Iron Man"[/i]
