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[ WHO ]: Rubi (whiskeykillshot ) and Mika (notlikethemovie )
[ WHERE ]: The Mall
[ WHEN ]: About a week or so after Mika returns to Jig? No idea.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Closed
[ RATING ]: Pg-13
[ WARNINGS ]: Rubi's her own warning. :| Srs.
[ NOTES ]: Bonding activities consisting of shooting mannequins and carting home a jukebox. Fuckyeah, we're awesome.
Things had been pretty screwed up since Rubi got back. She kept waking up in the morning, seriously expecting to see the arched steel interior of the bomber over her head, only to get a brief rush of panic after glimpsing the relatively unfamiliar surroundings of the apartments. She'd nearly shot Dante twice in the first week alone simply out of being used to living by herself, much to her chagrin. Since then she'd toned down most of her initial reactions down to a violent twitch, but the majority of the time she found herself having to physically force herself to expect people to come walking out around corners whenever she was awake.
...which may have lead to her thinking a brand-spanking new jukebox sitting in the apartment living room when Dante walked in from whatever it was he was off doing might make a good unspoken apology for the few close calls they'd had, but shhh.
Running a hand over her face, the Texan muttered a few unintelligible words under her breath while pacing along a narrow stretch of broken sidewalk that ran along the block outside the gloomy bulk of the nameless mall. Unsurprisingly she had remembered to keep her sword and revolvers on her for the trip - along with a few additional weapons she had become proficient in since she had last lived in the area. One of said weapons may or may not have had explosive ingredients involved in its construction.
One thing she had, fortunately, remembered about Jigoku was the mannequins.
The creepy, creepy mannequins.
Therefore explosives were justified.
[ WHERE ]: The Mall
[ WHEN ]: About a week or so after Mika returns to Jig? No idea.
[ OPEN/CLOSED? ]: Closed
[ RATING ]: Pg-13
[ WARNINGS ]: Rubi's her own warning. :| Srs.
[ NOTES ]: Bonding activities consisting of shooting mannequins and carting home a jukebox. Fuckyeah, we're awesome.
Things had been pretty screwed up since Rubi got back. She kept waking up in the morning, seriously expecting to see the arched steel interior of the bomber over her head, only to get a brief rush of panic after glimpsing the relatively unfamiliar surroundings of the apartments. She'd nearly shot Dante twice in the first week alone simply out of being used to living by herself, much to her chagrin. Since then she'd toned down most of her initial reactions down to a violent twitch, but the majority of the time she found herself having to physically force herself to expect people to come walking out around corners whenever she was awake.
...which may have lead to her thinking a brand-spanking new jukebox sitting in the apartment living room when Dante walked in from whatever it was he was off doing might make a good unspoken apology for the few close calls they'd had, but shhh.
Running a hand over her face, the Texan muttered a few unintelligible words under her breath while pacing along a narrow stretch of broken sidewalk that ran along the block outside the gloomy bulk of the nameless mall. Unsurprisingly she had remembered to keep her sword and revolvers on her for the trip - along with a few additional weapons she had become proficient in since she had last lived in the area. One of said weapons may or may not have had explosive ingredients involved in its construction.
One thing she had, fortunately, remembered about Jigoku was the mannequins.
The creepy, creepy mannequins.
Therefore explosives were justified.