bronze_colt

//you guys should interact with my starters fr fr

-imperialtraitor

“My apologies for, Mr. Warbucks’….rather unfriendly attitude…” Grace said as she had been silent most of the time the men had been talking. Her boss or rather her employer who was also in a way a friend had stormed out of the room after a heated argument. She had merely held her tongue as she did not speak above Mr. Warbucks. “He is a man with a good heart but he is also a man of business…and unfortunately more often than not his “attitude of business” comes out more than his kindheartedness.”

-imperialtraitor

@bronze_colt 
            
            “He has been frustrated with many things…” Grace said as she shook her head. She had both of her gloved hands on her purse. She pursed her lips. She then held out her hand. “I didn’t introduce myself before he stormed in…Grace Farrell…you could say I’m his secretary.”
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bronze_colt

@-nysecretary 
            
            Jason gave Grace a small nod. “Ah, it’s fine. I’m used to arguments like that.” Jason replied with a shrug as he glanced at Grace for a moment. “You know, Mr. Warbucks’ attitude seemed like he was a bit pissed. But I’m fine.” he said as he slowly rubbed the back of his neck. God, he was aching. Maybe it was from the wrestling the night before.
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TattooArtistsAnger

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“ Shit don’t shoot! ” he held his hands up

TattooArtistsAnger

@bronze_colt 
            
            “ I’m not a kid in case you’re 
            wondering, and a walker was 
            chasing me ”
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bronze_colt

@survivingoutbreaks 
            
            Jason pointed the gun at the kid’s chest. “You ain’t jokin’, huh? Damn.” he mumbled as he looked at him. “Why’d you get in?”
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TattooArtistsAnger

@bronze_colt 
            
            “ I picked the lock ”
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-winterspirit

It wasn’t a surprise that she was walking back home…in the dark and in the rain. She always worked late…but she always had to keep herself alert. You never knew what kind of folks you were going to run into…she had already had run-ins with a few of these people here who didn’t agree with what she was doing. And she didn’t expect them too…but she wanted to make a point. She bit her lip as she continued to walk the streets alone.

bronze_colt

@-westernheights 
            
            Jason glanced up again. “Oh, sure.” he said as he looked up at Christy. “What seems to be the problem, missy?” Jason asked, allowing her to sit in one of the chairs. 
            
            She seemed…nervous? No, confused. No…she seemed…He had no idea.
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-winterspirit

@bronze_colt 
            
            Christy looked to him as she bit her lip, seeing the tenseness in his eyes. She was slightly soaked from the rain before she took a breath. “I’m sorry to bother you…” she stated for a moment. 
            
            “But I’m wondering if I could speak to you about something…it won’t be long….” She asked him carefully.
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bronze_colt

@-westernheights 
            
            Jason knew someone was coming. God, he hoped that it wasn’t any cops. He didn’t need them up his ass askin’ questions about the case. He really didn’t need that right now. He sat at his desk, tapping his pencil as he stared at a few pictures of suspects of a supposed murder. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed as he continued to tap his pencil on the table. Tap. Tap. Tap. He hated when the nights were cold and rainy. If it rained tomorrow, he would get pissed.
            
            He heard the door open and he glanced up. “Yeah?” he mumbled as he looked back down.
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BritishAssassin-

Jacob Frye blinks his eyes, his hazel eyes on the other man. “You must be Boone,” he says, twirling his cane then leans his hands against it, looking up from the brim of his top hat. “I’m Frye, Jacob Frye.” He holds out his hand for the other man to take.

BritishAssassin-

@bronze_colt
            
            (You’re good! I kinda had to do the same thing on this account!)
            
            Jacob nods. “I guess you could say that,” the British man says with a curl of a smile on his lips. “I just hope I don’t come across as rude.” He smiles slightly himself.
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bronze_colt

@BritishAssassin- //sorry! had to take a long break!
            
            Jason grinned slightly. He grabbed Jacob’s hand and gripped it tightly. “Sure am.” Jason replied as he chuckled. “And you must be…a case worker? Just trying to guess who and what you are. Don’t really have tons of friends when you’re on the force, you know?”
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CalKestis23-_

Cal blinks his eyes as he looks ahead, his green eyes narrowed. He looks around the bar he’s currently in, being careful. He then turns to the droid on his back. “Keep your sensors running, BD,” he says to the bipedal droid. “I’m getting a bad feeling.” BD beeps as he reaches for a drink and downs it, placing a few credits down. He then gets up, and starts walking. BD beeps again, and Cal slowly turns. “Okay, you can stop following me, or better yet, hiding in the shadows waiting for an ambush,” he says. “I’m not your enemy.” He reaches for his lightsaber, but doesn’t ignite it or pull it off his belt, the wind whipping his ginger hair.

CalKestis23-_

@bronze_colt
            
            Cal nods. “I’m Cal. Cal Kestis. This is my companion droid, BD-1.” BD beeps in greeting.
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bronze_colt

@CalKestis23-_  //
            
            Jason looked at BD. “Nice robot.” he replied as he crossed his arms, chuckling. He then tilted his head. “You’re right about the CIA part, pal.” he said as he smiled. “Name’s Agent Boone.”
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CalKestis23-_

@bronze_colt
            
            Cal blinks. “Then why the secrecy?” He asks. “CIA, I’m guessing.” He folds his arms across his own chest. His green eyes are like emeralds as he glances at Boone, BD beeping and scanning the man before beeping again. Cal turns to his droid. “He’s not a threat, yet.”
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spidercxre

“ I don’t like the way you look , you seem like you work for the FBI…  I should be careful around you , what’s your name though ?  I’m curious about you. “
          
          /    a terrorist speaking with an agent , what are the odds ?  u_u

bronze_colt

@spidercxre  //strange odds! 
            
            “I should be careful around *you*.” he said with a scoff. “And I ain’t no FBI agent, pal. It’s CIA.” he spoke with a gruff, serious voice. He gave the person a glare of suspicion and seriousness.
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