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last_free_city2012-05-26 12:43 am
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Whose 'we', sucker?
[There really aren't many t-shirts with words that bold printed in cutesy font. Even specialists at clothing apparel and/or obscure movie quotes would be hard-pressed to find one, no matter how much they looked. If not, tell me you can prove me wrong so I can give you my money.]
[One girl in particular, however seems to have managed to do so. Her hair is short and dark, and she seems to be in relatively normal casualwear. She looks disinterested, but with traces of a hidden look of conviction prominent in so many heroines nowadays. This is foreshadowing.]
I can't believe you did that.
[There is no response. Either the person she's talking to can't be seen, or there's more psychological horror than fonts in this post.]
Now you're giving me the silent treatment? You were so eager to talk before. Go on! Tell everyone whose fault it is we're here.
...Still? I can't believe you... There aren't even any good places to eat at here, and most people don't look too eager to talk.That's just you.
[A smile] ...Do you want to test this place's repairing services that much?Sorry.
[As she passes by, you may notice a plastic model of a Colt Navy 1851 lying within a leather holster. There is no normal explanation for how she's been able to walk with it for so long without being arrested. Leave me alone.]
[Should you wait a second too long to interact with her, you may see that her shirt also contains dialogue in the back.]
Smith and Wesson, and me.
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[A somewhat younger fat kid behind Kino notices the plastic model. He even understand what the text was referencing too. Was he in the presence of a gun nut? Yes. That, and there's Kino. Hi, Albi.]
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[Kino stops, then looks at the kid as if he just called her a ghost. Which she's not, for the record. At least not until I start running out of plot twists.]
Sorry?
[No person had ever called her out on her model gun. Ever. Is this kid magic?]
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[Just smart. Observant. Kind of a prick. But most importantly, he's single.]
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[Wait. Did you just respond to the--]
It's not a real gun.
[She does not look too happy now. She may never get called out on it herself, but guess who gets called a 'model gun otaku' behind her back every other day?]
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[He shakes it off. Better he not dwell on that.]
Whatever. That's kinda boring. With the wars and everything happening, you might as well carry around a real one.
[It's only the natural next step.]
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Shhh......n't need one. I can take care of myself as is.
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[He waves his arms around mockingly all the while laughing at Kino. 'swhat he does. Yo.]
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Like you have anything better.
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[Go on. Ask him about Charlotte.]
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I don't think we should ask him about Char--Who's Charlotte?
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[The fat kid walks in the opposite direction of where he first met Kino.]
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Plot isn't going anywhere if you don't humor him. Come on....
[She follows.]
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Porky reaches a storehouse further into the Deeps. He leans down and pulls up the door revealing inside what appears to be a spider. It's a tank that almost appears to have skin coating around it. A single, glaring red eye looks over at Porky and Kino.]
And this, Lil' Miss Gun Nut... is Charlotte.
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He gets a giant, imposing machine of death...And I get you...
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[It's actually called Dissociative Identity Disorder, and that's not how it works, but sure.]
You're pretty insensitive not to know that.
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[Still single.]
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See? I just flip trains of thought sometimes.
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