Eriks (stampeded) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2008-09-07 19:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | len::leftmirror, vash::stampeded |
Can't think of this. [ Active ]
Who: Len (leftmirror) and Vash (stampeded)
What: Roaming around.
When: Afternoonish? End of the battle.
Where: Construction site/Hotel.
Warnings: None?
Not good.
So not good.
"Ah... Do you know how to drive one of those?" Eriks asked somewhat meekly, squinting through his yellow glasses up at Len for a moment before turning his eyes back to outside of the storage barn, still on the look-out for any stray soldiers or snipers. The battle had been calming down, and he'd figured helping one person out for a little bit couldn't have hurt much, so there he was: overseeing another's "idea" for use of the construction site. And somehow...
Somehow, he figured fitting a fifteen-year-old with a giant roller wasn't a good idea.
The red-coated Plant himself was up against the entrance wall, gun seemingly relaxed by his side even if he could've pulled it and fired faster than a human could see. His coattail may have gotten some bad damage to it, but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to; this 'war' was better than most situations on Gunsmoke, though it did seem to drag on a lot longer than anything the desert planet would see (minus family feuds). Not that he liked seeing it. Too much needless bloodshed, and all he could do was redirect other's attacks to non-vitals. This wasn't Gunsmoke, where the name 'Stampede' would move everyone's attention to himself. This was a real fight-- and he had a real problem in the form of one Len, putting his 'plan' to work, even if he hadn't even told his 'bodyguard' what that plan had been.