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I've taken away many lives; yours won't make a difference to me.

Everywhere
Joined September 2012
There are some people that just freak me the fuck out and should have warning tape wrapped around them.
*Why* am I awake? [Groans and hides under my blankets.]
(That concludes my so very short solo. I promise another bigger and better one in the future. Anyone care to RP?)
(C) "Sorry. All out of mercy." I aim my Modified Kimber Gold Combat II at his back and lodge several bullets into the culprit.
(C) spare my life.> The assassin pleas, every ounce of hope pouring from his lips in sentences I pay little attention to. (c)
(C) and tears onto the concrete, painting it a crimson red. <I have children! A wife! Please, miss... have mercy... Find it in you to (c)
I steadily apply the amount of pressure my foot delivers to the back of his head. The man beneath my firm restraint spills both blood (c)
@PimpAidAshley Ruthless when necessary, sensible otherwise. Mercenary looking for a partner; missions can get lonely. Single and looking.
@DestructiveBows //Follow back when you get the chance? I have questions about the group!
-- My timing must be faultless. Or else the consequence could be @PersonalEscape's life.]
3
-- I peep through a slit in the wood, discovering five men, gathered around the prisoner. My daughter. ( @PersonalEscape ) --
-- entrance of the shack and listen to each disgusting word the strangers say to my @PersonalEscape. This only intensifies my rage. --
-- plan for @PersonalEscape. This very spot nameless men have my daughter is perfect for what they plan. The shack is in the middle of --
-- fight. I soundlessly exit my car, leaving the driver's door ajar and the keys in the seat. A piece of my escape ( @PersonalEscape. ) --
1
[I arrive at the location @PersonalEscape's phone is. I grab my hand gun from the center consul of my car and ready myself for one bloody --
-- @PersonalEscape will suffer in a customized hell created by my hands.]
3
-- bitch will wish he had never been born. The engine to my car roars to life, my appetite for vengeance increasing. Whoever has taken --
-- I sprint into the garage. Fury boils in my blood, I can feel my heart fade into black. I will be ruthless. Merciless. This son of a --