Lynn Valley

Zoey Wright wrote:

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:

Rebecka Kriska wrote:

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:"Security huh?" he asked, glancing back to her. Well, thats a useful skill to have in this rag tag group- He began when Zoey brought up how the monster that ate their friend disrobed her. -I didn't need to hear that... now I'm picturing her with just a towel...



He blushed and shook his head. Then the mention of the handgun was a topic that could let him change the topic without looking like such a virgin pervert. "R-right, the three eighty. Whose is that anyways?" He asked.

Rebecka pushed Zoey back into her seat as she looked slightly embarrassed. "You didn't have to tell him that..." she sighed, before his mentioning of the .380 got her attention. "It's mine, for self defense. Got a permit for conceal carry and open carry for work. Its not much, but my crazy Uncle says it do me fine. Still, if I had my work piece I'd probably be better off." she sighed.

"Hey, if it works it works. Its not a Twenty-Two Long Rifle, but its low recoil, still 9mm just lower power. It'll do its job effectively. If we find a MAC 11 you're ammo be better suited to that, at least then you'd have more suppressing fire- granted, I don't think it'll come to that..." he rambled, before pausing and chuckling nervously. "Sorry, gun talk is work talk for me. Its not a fascinating subject." He apologized.

Zoey saw the awkwardness in the air, but also saw potential! "How about telling us about yourself? I'm sure Rebecka would find it more fascinating! She's single, twenty three and has curves in all the right places, but can be a bit of a tightwad at times~" she purred mischievously.

Rebecka Kriska wrote:

Zoey Wright wrote:

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:

Rebecka Kriska wrote:

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:"Security huh?" he asked, glancing back to her. Well, thats a useful skill to have in this rag tag group- He began when Zoey brought up how the monster that ate their friend disrobed her. -I didn't need to hear that... now I'm picturing her with just a towel...



He blushed and shook his head. Then the mention of the handgun was a topic that could let him change the topic without looking like such a virgin pervert. "R-right, the three eighty. Whose is that anyways?" He asked.

Rebecka pushed Zoey back into her seat as she looked slightly embarrassed. "You didn't have to tell him that..." she sighed, before his mentioning of the .380 got her attention. "It's mine, for self defense. Got a permit for conceal carry and open carry for work. Its not much, but my crazy Uncle says it do me fine. Still, if I had my work piece I'd probably be better off." she sighed.

"Hey, if it works it works. Its not a Twenty-Two Long Rifle, but its low recoil, still 9mm just lower power. It'll do its job effectively. If we find a MAC 11 you're ammo be better suited to that, at least then you'd have more suppressing fire- granted, I don't think it'll come to that..." he rambled, before pausing and chuckling nervously. "Sorry, gun talk is work talk for me. Its not a fascinating subject." He apologized.

Zoey saw the awkwardness in the air, but also saw potential! "How about telling us about yourself? I'm sure Rebecka would find it more fascinating! She's single, twenty three and has curves in all the right places, but can be a bit of a tightwad at times~" she purred mischievously.

"Shut it Zoe!" Rebecka hissed, slamming her elbow into the woman's side hard! She glanced over to Jack with her big green eyes, batting them. "Forgive my friend, she's an airhead who likes to make people feel uncomfortable. Don't give in to her façade..." she sighed, flushed red.  

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:

Rebecka Kriska wrote:

Zoey Wright wrote:

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:

Rebecka Kriska wrote:

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:"Security huh?" he asked, glancing back to her. Well, thats a useful skill to have in this rag tag group- He began when Zoey brought up how the monster that ate their friend disrobed her. -I didn't need to hear that... now I'm picturing her with just a towel...



He blushed and shook his head. Then the mention of the handgun was a topic that could let him change the topic without looking like such a virgin pervert. "R-right, the three eighty. Whose is that anyways?" He asked.

Rebecka pushed Zoey back into her seat as she looked slightly embarrassed. "You didn't have to tell him that..." she sighed, before his mentioning of the .380 got her attention. "It's mine, for self defense. Got a permit for conceal carry and open carry for work. Its not much, but my crazy Uncle says it do me fine. Still, if I had my work piece I'd probably be better off." she sighed.

"Hey, if it works it works. Its not a Twenty-Two Long Rifle, but its low recoil, still 9mm just lower power. It'll do its job effectively. If we find a MAC 11 you're ammo be better suited to that, at least then you'd have more suppressing fire- granted, I don't think it'll come to that..." he rambled, before pausing and chuckling nervously. "Sorry, gun talk is work talk for me. Its not a fascinating subject." He apologized.

Zoey saw the awkwardness in the air, but also saw potential! "How about telling us about yourself? I'm sure Rebecka would find it more fascinating! She's single, twenty three and has curves in all the right places, but can be a bit of a tightwad at times~" she purred mischievously.

"Shut it Zoe!" Rebecka hissed, slamming her elbow into the woman's side hard! She glanced over to Jack with her big green eyes, batting them. "Forgive my friend, she's an airhead who likes to make people feel uncomfortable. Don't give in to her façade..." she sighed, flushed red.  

"Hehheh all good... heh..." he chuckled nervously, adjusting his neckscarf tighter. "L-lets just focus on the mission, the job ahead of us, yeah? Ya'll have an idea where we might find Rin when we arrive?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

Rebecka Kriska wrote:

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:

Rebecka Kriska wrote:

Zoey Wright wrote:

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:

Rebecka Kriska wrote:

Jack Cavanaugh wrote:"Security huh?" he asked, glancing back to her. Well, thats a useful skill to have in this rag tag group- He began when Zoey brought up how the monster that ate their friend disrobed her. -I didn't need to hear that... now I'm picturing her with just a towel...



He blushed and shook his head. Then the mention of the handgun was a topic that could let him change the topic without looking like such a virgin pervert. "R-right, the three eighty. Whose is that anyways?" He asked.

Rebecka pushed Zoey back into her seat as she looked slightly embarrassed. "You didn't have to tell him that..." she sighed, before his mentioning of the .380 got her attention. "It's mine, for self defense. Got a permit for conceal carry and open carry for work. Its not much, but my crazy Uncle says it do me fine. Still, if I had my work piece I'd probably be better off." she sighed.

"Hey, if it works it works. Its not a Twenty-Two Long Rifle, but its low recoil, still 9mm just lower power. It'll do its job effectively. If we find a MAC 11 you're ammo be better suited to that, at least then you'd have more suppressing fire- granted, I don't think it'll come to that..." he rambled, before pausing and chuckling nervously. "Sorry, gun talk is work talk for me. Its not a fascinating subject." He apologized.

Zoey saw the awkwardness in the air, but also saw potential! "How about telling us about yourself? I'm sure Rebecka would find it more fascinating! She's single, twenty three and has curves in all the right places, but can be a bit of a tightwad at times~" she purred mischievously.

"Shut it Zoe!" Rebecka hissed, slamming her elbow into the woman's side hard! She glanced over to Jack with her big green eyes, batting them. "Forgive my friend, she's an airhead who likes to make people feel uncomfortable. Don't give in to her façade..." she sighed, flushed red.  

"Hehheh all good... heh..." he chuckled nervously, adjusting his neckscarf tighter. "L-lets just focus on the mission, the job ahead of us, yeah? Ya'll have an idea where we might find Rin when we arrive?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

"The Gymnasium and Fitness Center? That's all I can think of..." Becky replied, leaning back into her seat. "Mission eh? You one of those military-nerds, Jack?" she asked, with a raised brow and slight smirk. "Heh, don't answer, just teasing ya. Though, considering the camo and the big military gun hanging in the rack behind your head? I'm just glad you're on our side."

Rebecka Kriska wrote:Rebecka was silent at first, turning to Zoe who decided to go with them. Still... she wasn't wrong. She didn't want to be out here either, and unlike last time she was at least armed with a weapon than running naked for dear life. "...shut it muscle head," she sighed, flustered. He is kinda cute... sorta my type, but the rambo thing's throwing me in for a loop. She thought before heading to the jeep. "Give me five seconds!" She says, not looking back, swishing her hips playfully as she reached in and grabbed her extra box of ammo and magazines for the .380 in her possession. She paused, turning back and looking into the woods. She thought she heard something moving... and it probably was. Fuck this bravado bull shit! Becca quickly sprinted to the truck, sliding in behind the driver. "Thanks. So. You got a name 'Cutie'?" she half teased in a slightly mocking tone, her lidded eyes directed at Zoey however.

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