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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 3:16 pm
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Melvin stepped back, grabbing Ro's arm as he held out his gun. ******** that! He wasn't messing with anything that was named after Death. That was his worst fear at the moment, and now it was saying it was here. "Get back, you Lone Ranger freak." It looked human. If he didn't say he was a Grim Reaper, Melvin would have thought some cowboy had wandered in here, but if they weren't in a uniform, they were his enemy, right?
"I'll blow your head off." They were here to observe, but he wasn't about to have a Grim Reaper tear his face off. For all he knew, this guy could grow 4 heads and a tail in the next moment.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 5:07 pm
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Melvin moved back, glancing behind them to see if there was anything else in the mist that might try and get a jump on them both. Nothing, but he was paranoid of moving backwards. Gun out, he kept it pointed at the cowboy who was moving closer. He looked sickly, and Melvin lifted a hand to his mouth a moment in hopes that whatever the Grim Reaper had, it might not be passed onto living, normal people.
"We're not doing anything yet, but we're not dumb. You just stay back there and we'll let you be." Melvin didn't want to let this thing be. If he was more confident he could take the thing on, he would have been all for it, but as his record for successful shots had been, he wasn't pushing his luck on a fight that wasn't in his favor.
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Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 7:04 pm
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