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river cartwright. ([personal profile] profession) wrote 2015-08-20 03:33 am (UTC)

[ One floor up, he's thinking the same thing.

If I aim just right. Perfect hole through your skull, right through your neck. Snap, like a twig under a boot. Clean exit wound.

Not that this is that kind of call. ]


Hm, [ he hums, and then— a door swings wide open with a crash-bang, three evenly spaced out shots firing (like a beat, a smooth bang-bang-bang), and a ringing silence that always follows. ] Staircase on your left, leading to the fire exit.

[ I'm drawing them to you. Illya lets the pause stretch just shy of awkward, before putting the phone down with a sharp click and moving to the stairs.

You can hear the footsteps following his way along the hall. ]

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