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Just gimmie the gun. (closed-ish?)
⌛ Who: Kinn, Vegas, Pete? Mafia crew?
⌛ What: Fixing up the Hotel California
⌛ When: Mid-November
⌛ Where: At the future site of Hotel California--in the Kohaku territory
⌛ Warnings: Injury and things associated with that. Blood, swearing, blah blah blah. Kizuna break. VEGAS BEING NICE
Today was the day Kinn needed to assess which walls needed to be done over completely. There was one large section of the wall that Kinn had chosen to be something of an onsen and workout area that was going to need to be replaced. Everything had rotted out so badly that the only recourse was to tear the worst bits down and then patch it up. Or maybe he would put a door in that spot. He should put a door in that spot! It would make things easier and having a door opening out to the courtyard area wasn't a bad thing. Especially if this place would have guests one day.
As he hefted the sledgehammer to knock out another piece of timber, he felt it. It was a gunshot--who the fuck was shooting at him here?! He felt that 'bullet' rip right through his shoulder and he gave a strangled cry, the sledgehammer hitting something he hadn't intended and knocking out a weight-bearing post, causing the rest of the wall to crumble, hitting his head and back until the roar in his ears deafened him. Another snap, this time said bullet was in his arm-and Kinn cried out, struggling to get up and fight, confused as to where the attack is coming from. Was it an attack? He usually was more observant about his surroundings than this! What the hell happened?
Still in major pain (almost climbing to 'stepping on a lego' level,) Kinn struggled to get up. HIs left shoulder and forearm were on fire and throbbing, with the rest of his body feeling like it had gone through a rock tumbler. As the dust settled, he realized he was pinned a bit by the debris of the wall, and any way to contact for help was... it wasn't here, at least.
Fuck.
Kinn groaned, letting his head drop back as he felt some dizziness overcome him again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
⌛ What: Fixing up the Hotel California
⌛ When: Mid-November
⌛ Where: At the future site of Hotel California--in the Kohaku territory
⌛ Warnings: Injury and things associated with that. Blood, swearing, blah blah blah. Kizuna break. VEGAS BEING NICE
Today was the day Kinn needed to assess which walls needed to be done over completely. There was one large section of the wall that Kinn had chosen to be something of an onsen and workout area that was going to need to be replaced. Everything had rotted out so badly that the only recourse was to tear the worst bits down and then patch it up. Or maybe he would put a door in that spot. He should put a door in that spot! It would make things easier and having a door opening out to the courtyard area wasn't a bad thing. Especially if this place would have guests one day.
As he hefted the sledgehammer to knock out another piece of timber, he felt it. It was a gunshot--who the fuck was shooting at him here?! He felt that 'bullet' rip right through his shoulder and he gave a strangled cry, the sledgehammer hitting something he hadn't intended and knocking out a weight-bearing post, causing the rest of the wall to crumble, hitting his head and back until the roar in his ears deafened him. Another snap, this time said bullet was in his arm-and Kinn cried out, struggling to get up and fight, confused as to where the attack is coming from. Was it an attack? He usually was more observant about his surroundings than this! What the hell happened?
Still in major pain (almost climbing to 'stepping on a lego' level,) Kinn struggled to get up. HIs left shoulder and forearm were on fire and throbbing, with the rest of his body feeling like it had gone through a rock tumbler. As the dust settled, he realized he was pinned a bit by the debris of the wall, and any way to contact for help was... it wasn't here, at least.
Fuck.
Kinn groaned, letting his head drop back as he felt some dizziness overcome him again. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.