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capeandcowllogs2009-03-25 07:34 pm
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WHO: Tank Girl, Rorschach.
WHERE: Some unwatched part of the city. Who knows.
WHEN: The other dayyyy.
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE VIOLENCE VIOLENCE
SUMMARY: Rorschach found out that Tank is dyking it up with Laurie. Hence, FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
FORMAT: FIGHT IS A FORMAT
She wasn't going to fight with Rorschach about this in their apartment. They were going to have to fight, that was for sure, but they didn't have to fight and break all the shit in Laurie and her's home.
So, rolling her neck, and popping the joints, Tank shoved the door open and lead Rorschach along the way. "We'll settle this on the street, got it? You're not gonna break any of Laurie's stuff just because you're pissed off at me."
She walked a block or two, before turning curtly to face the masked man. The fucker right wing pissant bitch of a man, she thought.
"And since Laurie would never forgive me if I 86'd your ass permanently..."
With that, Tank went about work of disarming herself. First, two shoulder holster desert eagle magnums - the ammo emptied out, and then the guns thrown to the side. Then, a gigantic army issue knife, pulled out of a sheath by her hip, thrown away with the guns. A fragmentation grenade, just sitting inside her coat, also tossed aside. A taser. A pocket knife. Butterfly knife. And another pistol.
She threw her jacket off, leaving her now with just a pair of loose pants and a sleeveless white shirt.
"So I'll take your ass on with my bare fists."
"Ready when you are, fucker."
WHERE: Some unwatched part of the city. Who knows.
WHEN: The other dayyyy.
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE VIOLENCE VIOLENCE
SUMMARY: Rorschach found out that Tank is dyking it up with Laurie. Hence, FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
FORMAT: FIGHT IS A FORMAT
She wasn't going to fight with Rorschach about this in their apartment. They were going to have to fight, that was for sure, but they didn't have to fight and break all the shit in Laurie and her's home.
So, rolling her neck, and popping the joints, Tank shoved the door open and lead Rorschach along the way. "We'll settle this on the street, got it? You're not gonna break any of Laurie's stuff just because you're pissed off at me."
She walked a block or two, before turning curtly to face the masked man. The fucker right wing pissant bitch of a man, she thought.
"And since Laurie would never forgive me if I 86'd your ass permanently..."
With that, Tank went about work of disarming herself. First, two shoulder holster desert eagle magnums - the ammo emptied out, and then the guns thrown to the side. Then, a gigantic army issue knife, pulled out of a sheath by her hip, thrown away with the guns. A fragmentation grenade, just sitting inside her coat, also tossed aside. A taser. A pocket knife. Butterfly knife. And another pistol.
She threw her jacket off, leaving her now with just a pair of loose pants and a sleeveless white shirt.
"So I'll take your ass on with my bare fists."
"Ready when you are, fucker."