Becky Myers
Jamestown Resident
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Post by Becky Myers on Jul 25, 2011 5:41:15 GMT -5
If there was one thing becky was tired of, it was being stuck in this godforsaken town. She wanted to get out of here, the biggest problem was that she didn't quite have the ability to do so. She was stuck here by some force incredible force, whatever it was. People had tried to leave, but everyone who had done so had never come back.
In any case, Becky was so tempted go, regardless of what people had advised. So what if she might die? She could live as well. She had no idea what was out there preventing people from leaving the town, but if she had a gun, just maybe she could create her own path.
"Hello?" Becky would say as she walked into the shop. She took a few steps in. "Anyone here?"
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Post by Sebastian Clave on Jul 25, 2011 5:52:44 GMT -5
!DING!
Turning on his heel he slowly exited his work bench as he began heading towards the front room of the shop. Pushing aside curtains that hang in the way he appeared behind the counter now, a woman in his sights and her words in his ears. What was such a cute thing doing at his gun shop? Not many women came here let alone the pretty ones in the town.
"Yeah, I'm here."
[/color] Rubbing the back of his neck he leaned against the glass counter as he glanced below, she'd most likely want a pistol or a small revolver. "What you looking for darlin'?"[/color] If he'd play his cards right then she wouldn't just leave with a gun, but leave with him on her mind.[/left][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Becky Myers
Jamestown Resident
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Post by Becky Myers on Jul 25, 2011 10:11:35 GMT -5
"Hi..."
Becky greeted him as she made her way further inside. Funny thing was, she hardly knew him that well at all, despite how small this town was. Though, this could be partly because he had moved into the town just before she went off to college. Still, that wasn't quite so important. She made her way until she was just a few feet in front of him.
"I need a gun," she explained to him frankly. Her voice was confident and remained unwavering. She wasn't sure of what kind of gun to ask for or even how she'd end up getting a good deal or a bargain, though hopefully he wouldn't try to cheat her. Still, she'd attempt to bargain and haggle until she was sure he was giving her at least some kind of discount.
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Post by Sebastian Clave on Jul 26, 2011 0:39:35 GMT -5
Still watching the girl he'd continue to listen as well. "You lookin' for some sort of hand gun? Or maybe something with a bit more fire power?"
[/color] Tapping the glass he was leaning on he began slowly running his palm along it as a means to showcase the several different hand guns he sold. Ranging from Snupnose revolvers to Desert Eagles. He then turned to his right slightly and pointed the gun rack behind him and then to the others around the shop. If any type of riot or apocalypse broke out he sure was ready for anything. "Also, I've recently put a special into place, for every purchase you get a weeks shooting range training from me personally."[/color] It was a lie and also not one, for he had just now decided to put this "Special" in place just for this lil' lady. Tapping the glass once more he awaited her to show interest in any of the guns. [/left][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Becky Myers
Jamestown Resident
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Post by Becky Myers on Jul 26, 2011 0:51:53 GMT -5
Becky would make her way to the glass showcase he had been tapping on only moments before to take a look at the guns displayed. There were surely a lot of them, but in the end, didn't all guns have the same purpose? She couldn't quite see how one gun was better than another. Once shot, someone likely wasn't getting back up, and what other use did guns have? It wasn't like she was going hunting.
She looked down at the guns and then faced him. By looking at him, he did seem as though he would know something about guns. This was based not only on the way he was dressed, but his rather tone figure and that expression of his face. He had to know a lot about them, and maybe his offer to teach her would come in handy.
"I just need a little something to protect myself," she answered. She did want something small, but she was also more concerned about function than size to a certain extent.
"Something that can fit into my purse... if possible."
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