16 November 2012 @ 01:38 pm
8th Headshot || Phone call to ALL  
*The driving rain and hurricane force winds are not the greatest environment for an archer. He'd managed to kill one of the Hazmat guys with his SMG only to have him explode into noxious fumes that seemed to defy the rain and sent Sniper into a coughing fit and back into his house pronto. Now he's on the phones, wondering what the hell they should do about this.*

I jus' killed one of them blokes in th' suits. Just a warning t' all if yer gonna do that, do it from far away. They burst into some sort of .. I dunno, toxic gas.

Anyone got any bright ideas on what t' do here?
21 October 2012 @ 02:03 pm
7th Headshot || Phone Call to All  
Is anyone .. hn... uhm... is everyone else feelin' a mite... like... Mayfield is ...

*Long pause.*

Somethin' ain't ri---...... Nevermind.
09 June 2012 @ 02:26 pm
1st Headshot || There and back again  
*Waking up under a floral print bedspread, Sniper went to the closet without much thought, ignoring the woman who was sleeping on the other side of it. He put on his BLU shirt, his hat, slung his bow over his shoulder before...*

Alroight, if this is some kind of joke, it sure as hell ain't funny. This had better not be what it looks like. Because if I'm back in this troppo place there's gonna be hell t' pay.

Truckie? Crowley? Spy? Either of ya spooks? Anyone wanna let me in on why I'm back in this blasted nightmare of a town?

Action in front of 625 Topper Street

Where th' bloody hell is my camper!?!

*And he's just storming around yelling as if that'll make his Land Rover miraculously appear out of nowhere.*