ThomasRHellsing
Pulsar
- Joined
- Sep 18, 2011
- Location
- Hell ((2nd Circle))
Thomas took a long shower. Thomas was wearing purple cargo pants, an a super thing and tight work out top. Seeing the awkwardness, he said, "Jess, she's your best friend. Tomorrow we're taking a loaded gun, putting it to our head, and pulling the trigger. Odds are one of us is going to get their heads blown off. Do you really want your last conversation with her to be anger. Or her last conversation with you to be angry?"
He pulled his revolver, letting seven rounds fall, he closed it, putting the barrel against his head he said, he spoke, pulling the trigger as he did so, "We are all dead."
Looking at them he said, "In the next two years, one of you will be dead. D E A D DEAD. Don't you get that? Fighting over me is stupid. In the next five years statistically one of us will be left. I'm not in the mood for highschool bull shit."
He handed Jess his gun, after reloading it, "You two work it out, either with words, or bullets, I'll be in the van waiting to go fight three near immortal bitches. I'll be waiting."
He headed back inside, wondering which would happen.
He pulled his revolver, letting seven rounds fall, he closed it, putting the barrel against his head he said, he spoke, pulling the trigger as he did so, "We are all dead."
Looking at them he said, "In the next two years, one of you will be dead. D E A D DEAD. Don't you get that? Fighting over me is stupid. In the next five years statistically one of us will be left. I'm not in the mood for highschool bull shit."
He handed Jess his gun, after reloading it, "You two work it out, either with words, or bullets, I'll be in the van waiting to go fight three near immortal bitches. I'll be waiting."
He headed back inside, wondering which would happen.