Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150806065755/@comment-25686329-20150813203311

(( @Zam: Yeah, he's aware of her destiny. Chronologically, this RP is set a little bit before 'Yankeefall', so the Yankee's on the verge of a breakdown. @Scythe: Rifles are 100% okay. Also, I take it you read my post --> is it alright for Scythe to be a Campus Sheriff just so they have a reason to duel?))

The Yankee's lip curled.

Sandra.

"Tch." He said, avoiding her gaze. He placed a toothpick between his teeth.

He wasn't going to grace her question (about looking for Nicole) with an answer, but that didn't mean he couldn't talk a little shiz as long as he had her where he wanted.

"I'd-a picked Knight's Duty of 'Whore's Delusions of Granduer' any day." He spat.

A small gunfight had evidently broken out behind him, but he couldn't care less. He procured a high-calibre paint shotgun from his back and aimed it in their general direction (that is to say, he pointed the gun behind him, not looking). One pull of the trigger could kill both fighters twice, so he wasn't worried.

He began walking towards Sandra, intending to turn the corner she had just come from. As he passed her, he gripped her collar with a single, powerful and dragged her behind him.

Once he was safely around the corner, he tossed her to the ground, looking down at her from where she lay on her back. The shotgun's barrel was now turned on HER, and the Yankee had the beginnings of a ruthless smile hiding somewhere behind an angry expression.

"You better know where I can find a Campus Sheriff, an ally, or some ammo..." He began, a note of venom in his voice. "... or so help me Author I'll stick you with a hole so big you'll be able to throw mule through."

He took off the safety.

'''(( Anybody up for a scene/ exhange at Fort Pew? ))'''

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Ticktania O. Tockman was the law.

A part of her always enjoyed manhunts, and this whole concept of 'Frontier Justice', was, in all honesty, extremely fresh and far to involving for her to turn down.

She had actually been the Sheriff that gunned down Mad Hat Maddie, the leader of the Clean Cup gang that occupied Block D of campus, a fact she wore proudly...

Like her badge.

Now Yankee -- pardon her, 'Yankee the Kid' -- was on the biggest spree of mayhem she'd seen since... well, ever.

She remembered that night she almost died by his hand in the Library. She and he were usually on pretty good terms, it was just the addition of Paintball Warfare that truly brought out a rivalry that boiled beneath the surface.

It was like the Yankee and Scythe. The closest of minds and the bitterest, most lethal of competitions.

Speaking of...

She kept her hand on the paintball revolver as she dialed Scythe's number. As a fellow Sheriff, he was on overwatch duty, at least if she remembered right.

"Scythe?" She said into the receiver. "Pray tell, has there been any disturbances on your end?"

At the same time, she looked across the courtyard to see Merana descend the vines onto the cobblestone. She hoped that she wouldn't have to shoot her; in fact, she hoped Merana could AID her.

Ticktania was under the impression that she was a nice, if a little... odd girl.

She waved a hand to get their attention.

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