Freelance Police HQ [Monday]

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Triela was in a surprisingly good mood when she arrived at work Monday morning. She hurried through her opening chores and leaned back at her desk to relax. The weekend had been busy, and surprisingly nothing had gone terribly wrong.

After a few minutes of just sitting there she was antsy enough to want to find something to do, so it wasn't long before she had her pistol broken down on her desk while she cleaned it. Hopefully nothing would happen that required her to shoot anything for a bit...

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Talk to Triela

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Who can't shoot you if you piss her off

Re: Talk to Triela

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Max peered at the pieces of gun and grimaced. "Oooooh, that can't be good," he told Triela. "I've got some duct tape for that, if you want."

Guess who rarely, if ever, cleaned his gun?

Re: Talk to Triela

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

"Um... I think I can handle this." She eyed him curiously. "Are you expecting me to need this soon?" Because she could put it back together pretty quickly if the need arose.

Re: Talk to Triela

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

Max whipped out his Luger. "Well, if your gun's like THAT, how will we play tag?"

Re: Talk to Triela

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela blinked, frighteningly convinced that he wasn't kidding.

"Um... we don't?"

But just in case she began to rapidly reassemble the pistol.

Re: Talk to Triela

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

Max shrugged. "Well, suit yourself." No, he hadn't been kidding.

He tucked the pistol behind his ear and sat down to draw on his desk with crayons.

Re: Talk to Triela

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

Triela let out a sigh of relief. Today, at least, it looked like she wasn't going to get shot.

Waiting for your call

[sorella-vecchia.livejournal.com]

In case your phone can't manage 911 and you've got a problem

OOC

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Oooh, holiday!