Fuck you SEPTA!!!!!!

[firstcapital]

{If you are wandering about the halls of the eastern side of the US, you'll notice a bunch of noise. It's faint at first, like someone is kicking something. Then it comes flying at you, a wastepaper basket. It hit's the unsuspecting wall at an alarming speed; leaving a dent in it's wake. The angered city beings to shout in Italian, landing another

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[devilwentdownto]

He jumps about a foot out of his skin before inching closer to the door he'd previously been walking by.
Josh?

[firstcapital]

{Finally running out of steam, He sits on the floor, throwing the gloves clear across the room.}
What's the use, can't do nothin' anyway...

[devilwentdownto]

He makes his way into the room, kneeling next to him.
Are ya... alrigh'?

[firstcapital]

{Rubbing his hands together, he growls a bit; his head hanging low.}

I thought everything was alright, I thought that nothing else was going to happen back home worth flipping a kitten over. But I guess I was wrong...first it's money troubles, now this happens.
{He groans while running his fingers through his hair.} Only public transit system I got, and they go and strike....this is bananas. My city is home to over a million people; half of that population relies on SEPTA everyday to get where they have to go. It's a huge inconvenience to everyone and....I'm not there to help at all. shit and Nutter an doin' nothing but making the problem worse....I'm fucked.

[devilwentdownto]

He sighs softly.
'm sorry darlin'...

[firstcapital]

{He stares at his hands, biting at his bottom lip hard. After a long spell of silence, Josh gets up from the floor. Walking over to his dresser, he withdraws his pistol; taking out his magazine full of blank bullets, he replaces it with one that's full with live ammo. Cocking his gun, the clicking sound echoes eerily about his room.}

[devilwentdownto]

He's on his feet at the first click.
Josh! Wha' are ya doin'?

[firstcapital]

{He sighs; grabbing his hoodie, he heads for the door.}
Outside, care to join me?

[devilwentdownto]

He nods, following him nervously.
O-okay.

[firstcapital]

{Walking down the hall without saying a word; twirling his gun, like in the old westerns, he sigh.}

[devilwentdownto]

He eyes the gun nervously.
Josh... wha're ya gonna do?

[firstcapital]

{He stops, smiling weakly over his shoulder.}
Nothing really...just blow off some steam...

[devilwentdownto]

he nods nervously.
Okay... Yer jus' gonna shoot a target righ'?

[firstcapital]

{He looks down at his gun, and smiles.}
Somethin' like that, yeah. {He keeps walking.}

[devilwentdownto]

He bites his lip.
Somethin'... like tha'?

[firstcapital]

When I'm upset I don't shoot targets...I shoot whatever I feel like shooting.
So I guess that would kinda count as shooting targets...I dunno.