Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160302044824

"Eh? What the...?" The first skeleton, the one who detested her sister's puns, pulled the arrow out of her face with curiosity. "An arrow? Who uses these anymore?"

"Maybe the man we're after." her sister replied.. if she had appeared injured from that arrow, maybe she would have made her bite through the pain with another skeleton pun.. but she seemed to be fine. "Don't move.. lemme do some trajectory work.." She studied the arrow.. the decorative hole it left in her face.. she then pointed in another direction. "Our sniper is over in that direction."

"Good! I've got a bone to pick with him!"

"Ha-ha! Saw what you did there."

"Oh.. I-I'm turning into you every second.. this isn't good." The skeleton sisters resumed their leisurely pursuit.

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She stumbled into the bathroom.. eyeing down the showerhead curiously. Another memory returned to her.. as he hung up the dress. "Shower.. means privacy... right..?"

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Abernathy heard his question.. looking over the wagons curiously. There were only two of them in the immediate area, and one of them was on fire, apparently unable to be doused by the weak rain. "Wouldn't hurt to look.." he replied.. even though he was an Officer of the Law.. this was one of those times when the law would fail him. Carefully, he walked over to the not burning wagon..