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Post by Jun Harata on Jan 1, 2012 2:34:33 GMT
Jun was walking down the street, with his fedora pulled a bit low, and Tarot and 22 on his hips. His eyes scanned back and forth, looking for his target. He was on job at the moment, having had someone hire him to eliminate one Ren Dekami, who had wœked for his client and embezzled a lot of money from his employer. He noticed his target on the opposite side of the street and pulled out Tarot, taking aim.
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Post by Seven on Jan 1, 2012 4:11:53 GMT
A young man laid on rooftop of an deserted building, drinking some seven year old whiskey. It was a boring day as far as hew as concerned but Seven needed something that would peek his interest or another job. Teleporting from the rooftop to the alley, Seven threw the bottle of whiskey on the ground and began walking down the street.
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Post by Jun Harata on Jan 1, 2012 4:20:10 GMT
Jun lowered Tarot when he noticed some other guy walking down the street. He didn't need someone who could identify him in the inevitable investigation. He holstered Tarot and retrieved a throwing card, spinning it in his fingers then throwing it, watching it spin through the air toward the man's neck.
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Post by Seven on Jan 5, 2012 0:55:08 GMT
With his hands in his pocket, the man was at peace. Seven was ready for another job but something sharp cut into his neck, causing some blood. Pulling the card out of his neck, he quickly applied pressure to the wound. Looking around, he saw a man that looked like he was truly responsible for this. Smirking, the man yelled. "Your gonna die!"
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Post by Jun Harata on Jan 5, 2012 2:17:11 GMT
"I doubt that." Jun said, and pulled out Tarot and 22, holding 22 by the barrel for close combat, and assuming a defensive position.
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