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<B>TAG:</B> Jae-Young So
<P><B>NOTES:</B> Sassy Quinn at your service ~

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Quinn teasingly glared at him out of the corner of her eye before raising an eyebrow. Shifting her gaze to the road ahead of them she began talking. So, from the looks of it we can either go left… she motioned with her Beretta M9. or we can go right… This time motioning with her head. Which leaves us with rock, paper, scissoring this bitch… she smirked, Y'know since I already know you are gonna say the opposite of what I say, so I say we nip this shit in the bud right now, and find a way we can amicably agree on something. And I swear to god if you start an argument about who goes first, I will cut you…
She turned her attention back to the small intersection in front of them. Oh, and, that's what she said… Her face serious, though she was already calculating the risks. One road had rubble they'd have to find a way around by cutting through alleys, and the other they'd have to risk fighting walkers off in the distance. She peered over her shoulder behind them, ensuring it was clear in case of a potential retreat. The weather was growing chillier and while the heat was clinging for dear life, it was starting to become cool enough for multiple clothing items. <p>
Reaching back, she pulled the hood of her hoodie over her head. It gave off a menacing vibe which she had hopes would cause potential company to hesitate if not completely deter them from approaching. While she had confidence in her and Jae's ability to protect themselves, if guns were involved, they may not even know it was coming. It was just one of the unfortunate parts of firearms and how instantaneous death could be if someone's aim was true. She looked down at her black combat boots, and noticed a new hole in her black skinny jeans. <p>
Damn, I just looted these jeans last week…Can you believe this shit? she asked the question rhetorically. She reached down trying to make an estimate of the damage by using a thumb as reference. Just as she was about to make another comment, she heard a noise. It sounded like a trash can falling over or one having been bumped into, in an alley a few yards behind them. As if on queue she twirled around, popping into a crouch with her M9 aimed unwaveringly in the direction the noise came. Not it. She quickly whispered, the smallest of smirks playing across her face. She may not have control of what direction they went, but in accordance to the "not it" game, she had won. Which left Jae being the one to investigate the noise. <p>
It occurred to her that it could be a living, breathing person they'd run into. Surprisingly enough that thought worried her more than the idea of it being a walker. Walkers didn't use guns. People did. She stole a quick look at Jae uncertain of how he'd respond. Something told her he wouldn't act surprised either, he didn't seem like that kind of person. Perhaps he once was, but by now he appeared to be numb to the activities of the world. At least that was her analyzation of him so far. People weren't the easiest to read.



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