Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170704204153

After a minute of hesitance, Elijah lowered his gun, but kept a good eye on the stranger, narrowing his eyes in response.

Pale skin, a burn, a winter coat. His best guess was ex-military.

Bastard fought in a shit load of fights too. Back in the criminal underground, he'd probably have a good rep, earning cash from pimps who have petty claims over a dollar they're owed. Hell, this guy could even be part of the fucking mafia, all he needed were a sort of cres-

His eyes immediately darted to a pair of feather cuffed leather gloves that were hastily crammed into Everett's pocket, the spots of blood quickly leaking into the fabric of his coat.

Fucking Treolarks.

Immediately, Elijah raised his gun, harshly shoving Jeong away and out of sight and firing twice into the presumably German's chest, trying to keep his voice under a yell, but failing.

"FUCKING BULLSHIT!"