-to Audrey- Chhck. Think faster.
-in this moment, feeling that Emmet has put the gun down, he starts to back up to the side, trying to get both of them in his sight, still keeping his gun pointed at Audrey-
No-one gets hurt if I get what I want. Remember that.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-a snarl comes from behind the gas mask at Audrey- Can't- can't remember? You expect me to fall for that??
-to Emmet- It doesn't concern you- the world is better off without him!
-in his stress and anger, he does not notice someone coming up behind him-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postGhhck- chhck! -he struggles in the grip, shouting a little bit- You're all in my way! He deserves to die!
Let me go!
-he unloads a few bullets into the floor during his struggle-
-also *Raut-
edited 16th Mar '17 3:35:32 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postGhh-hhhck! -the headbutt connects, but Raut used his forehead, to protect himself-
-he's still conscious, but damn did it hurt both himself and Emmet-
-he tries to stomp on the assistant's foot, to try and get her to loosen up her grip, before trying to throw her over his hip at Emmet-
-he seems pretty skilled at hand-to-hand combat-
-and stronger than a man that lanky has any right to be-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-hard breathing turns into a cough for a moment, as Raut tries to gain his bearings, still holding the gun-
-he scans for Audrey, noticing her under the table-
Chhhck.
-he then notices the detective and assistant trying to split up-
-and the incomming catboy, as well as Micheal-
-a lot of things to consider, and he starts to stall up-
-he straightens his jacket, and in a split second he's pointing the gun at himself, in a very chilled tone, as he sighs out- calming down- ... Nobody move... Don't want to see anyone die, do we?
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1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postChhck... -he backs up next to the window-
-still keeping the gun pointed at himself-
-breathing starting to get harsher again-
-scanning everyone in the room, he addressed Mike-
It was a struggle- she grabbed me from behind. All I need to know- is where the one who wears bandages is hiding...
Chhhck. No-one gets hurt, as soon as I know- Because Griffin needs to die...
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-to Emmet- If you pull the trigger, I'll gun her down with my last breath. And then there'll be two. So drop your gun.
Otherwise- the clock's ticking, and when I hear the minute hand move- I pull the trigger anyway.
No-one gets hurt if you just take me to the man wearing bandages.
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