(Rp?) Guy; ma'am I was sent to protect you. Me: I don't need or want it thank you very much *i say as I stomp away. Without a word and with seemly no effort. He picks me up walking away. I squirm insulted but there's no hope he's the highest of the top trained agents. He was sent to do a job and he was gonna do it* (I need someone to be the guy)
Beretta 9mm for under the mattress.----------Surpasses the US military requirement of a 10-shot group of 3” or less at 50 meters. Accurate, reliable with build quality second to none. Gives you peace of mind so you can catch some zzzzzzzz's.
This image helped to inspire me to add in unique weapons to the book - the characters use Electromagnetic Pulse Launchers, which fire small EMP mines that emit waves to temporarily disable hostile enemies.
((Open RP - I'm the girl named Sheera)) "Woah!" I say, seeing the hunter in the grass. The barrel of the gun was pointed right at me. "Uh, could you put the gun down?" I say. "I-I'm not what y-you're looking f-for. R-really. Just, I'm, j-just go away." I stutter.
(Open rp for sam and dean) "Who is she?" the taller one asks. "I dunno. She just appeared with a blade in her hand and she was unconcious." the blonde one says. My arms bleeding badly as I slowly wake up