Lackadaisy

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by sock

As Rocky leans over his seat to search for a gun, he continues rambling. "Bruised? Bumped? Rattled? Dented? Gonna throw up? ah-" He resurfaces with the revolver from earlier, tossing it into Freckle's lap. "Come on, buck up, bucko! Let the laughs loose!" The grey tabby let out a laugh of his own.

The sounds of footsteps and gunshots made his grin broaden. "Light 'em up, cupcake!"

First he makes sure it's loaded. Then he pokes his head out the right window. He sees the pig farmers that they blew up before. He then huffs, shaking his head. Back for more, eh, loves? He asks himself in his mind while he cocks the gun back and takes aim at the first one's gun arm. He then pulls the trigger. Not even aiming, he turns to the next one and fires. Making sure their both down, he ducks down and starts to wait out the third one.

[sock]

Originally Posted by soldier

First he makes sure it's loaded. Then he pokes his head out the right window. He sees the pig farmers that they blew up before. He then huffs, shaking his head. Back for more, eh, loves? He asks himself in his mind while he cocks the gun back and takes aim at the first one's gun arm. He then pulls the trigger. Not even aiming, he turns to the next one and fires. Making sure their both down, he ducks down and starts to wait out the third one.

Rocky, hiding behind his seat, wipes his bloody nose and watches with a grin.

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by sock

Rocky, hiding behind his seat, wipes his bloody nose and watches with a grin.

Freckle takes a breath when he hears the other guy start to reload. He then sits up and fires again and again, until his own gun is empty. When no returning fire sounds, his body shakes and he allows the gun to slip between his fingers as he looks at the blood on his arm.

"Uh... Rocky?"

[sock]

Originally Posted by soldier

Freckle takes a breath when he hears the other guy start to reload. He then sits up and fires again and again, until his own gun is empty. When no returning fire sounds, his body shakes and he allows the gun to slip between his fingers as he looks at the blood on his arm.

"Uh... Rocky?"

Rocky looks over to Freckle. "Yes?"

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by sock

Rocky looks over to Freckle. "Yes?"

Freckle motions towards the blood, feeling sick at the sight.

[sock]

Originally Posted by soldier

Freckle motions towards the blood, feeling sick at the sight.

Rocky blinked, confused. "It's just blood."

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by sock

Rocky blinked, confused. "It's just blood."

He closes his eyes, counting to ten. One... Two... Seven... Nine... Twelve... Ten. He then opens his eyes and starts to wipe the blood away. Then he frowns at his cousin and looks at the carnage outside the car. He then looks to see if Ivy was wounded. He lets out a sigh of relief when she is not even scratched.

[sock]

Originally Posted by soldier

He closes his eyes, counting to ten. One... Two... Seven... Nine... Twelve... Ten. He then opens his eyes and starts to wipe the blood away. Then he frowns at his cousin and looks at the carnage outside the car. He then looks to see if Ivy was wounded. He lets out a sigh of relief when she is not even scratched.

Rocky wipes his nose again - it still seems to be bleeding - and sighs happily, muscles relaxing as he slips a little further into his seat, paws still on the wheel. "I suppose we should get back to Miss M," he says with a smile.

[Spartan-117]

Originally Posted by sock

Rocky wipes his nose again - it still seems to be bleeding - and sighs happily, muscles relaxing as he slips a little further into his seat, paws still on the wheel. "I suppose we should get back to Miss M," he says with a smile.

"That sounds like a good idea." He says sarcastically, looking at the carnage again. Miss Pepper looks like she's going to be sick, by the way she covers her mouth with a paw.

[sock]

Originally Posted by soldier

"That sounds like a good idea." He says sarcastically, looking at the carnage again. Miss Pepper looks like she's going to be sick, by the way she covers her mouth with a paw.

"Exellent! Though, I think we may have to continue on foot..." he says, leaning over the steering wheel and looking through the windshield at the mangled, smoking front of the car.