Wanijima Kaito (shinjukucroc) wrote in clockwork_rp, @ 2008-03-11 19:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | agito/akito::fangking, akira::udou, kaito::shinjukucroc |
Sleep, cigarette, beer. In that order. [ Active ]
Who: Wanijima Kaito (shinjukucroc), Udou Akira (udou). Wanijima Akito/Agito (fangking) if he wants to come trash the room.
What: Kaito tries to get into his room to get some rest.
When: Sometime after this thread.
Where: Akira's and now Kaito's room, 135A
Warnings: Gutter mouth, sarcasm, possible domestic.
131, 132, 133...
Kaito took another drag of his cigarette and paused, leaning against the wall opposite the door that read, '135'. "How fucking...quaint," he muttered, taking in the various locks and useless planks nailed onto the door, as if trying to keep out a herd of elephants on stampede. Not that it was far from the truth. Except that Kaito was a hell lot more intelligent than stampeding elephants, and a million times more resourceful.
Trapping the cigarette between his lips, he dug into the left pocket of his black duster and retrieved a cartridge. He wasn't allowed to use them on his job, his superiors having the foresight to let him know that under no circumstances were he allowed to commit murder. But that did not mean he wasn't allowed to carry real bullets, in cases of emergency.
Like this one.
If it took him less than twenty seconds to disassemble and reassemble his gun, Kaito had no reason not to be able to change his cartridge in less than five. Studying the door as he took his cigarette out of his mouth, Kaito casually took aim and then fired.
Fucking barricade. Weaker than a five year old nancy with a wooden leg. He kicked open the door and swaggered in.