MURDERAN: THE STORY OF A ONE-ARMED MAN AND HOW HE TOUCHED PEOPLES' LIVES

[loving_killing]

Who: Ladd Russo, J.J, Moses, Alexander Wolfgang, Firo Prochainezo, Zack Fair, Allen Walker, Miles Edgeworth, Jonathan Teatime
What: Ladd's Fun Murder Spree Adventure!
Where: All around Nautilus!
When: Late Saturday afternoon into the night.
Warnings: Character death. Copious violence. Probably language especially considering we have an Alex.
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[citygrit]

Blind, huh?

Not quite, but getting there.

Didn’t matter, though. Because already he was hearing the sound of a weapon. Shit. Alexander couldn’t see it, but he knew the sound of a gun very well. He especially knew the sound of bullets as they were being fired. He’d been shot and shot at plenty of times in his life to know this.

The sudden punch of bullets stabbing into his stomach didn’t invite pain; neither did it summon a scream or cry of agony. He vaguely felt the blood spurt out of the injury. The impact pushed him back a few steps, nearly bowling the dead man off his feet. Nothing more.

“Oh goddammit.” Alexander muttered as his gloved hand touched the source of the wound. He couldn’t tell until blood smeared across his fingertips that he brought to his face, that he was bleeding. “Guy. Did you seriously just shoot me?”

He sounded more incredulous than anything else. Really, how did he manage to get by this far in Nautilus without this kind of thing happening?

Wait, he did! He forgot about that other hole in his chest that hadn’t been healed over just yet.

Riiight.

[loving_killing]

The smile that had been quickly on the rise to Ladd's face - up to his standards or not, hearing a shot land always gave a sense of satisfaction - disappeared almost as quickly. This guy was still standing after a punch in the gut like that? From a gun like this? Not only that, he didn't look any deader than before, and --

-- and he was talking? Looking baffled, Ladd lowers the smoking weapon down by his side again, staring at Alex for a moment or two. Then his gaze turns curious. Annoyed, but mostly curious. He props his hand up on his hip in an overexaggerated gesture with a 'hmph.'

"You're talkin'! I just shot you right in the gut - you should be writhin' around on the ground right now from a bullet there. I know that much. Hey, hey, what's up with you? Huh? If you're not gonna die, I want my bullet back! Heh."