Name: Lukas Kilgore
Affiliation: BLU
Class: Sniper
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Since we’re on de subject of pictures, here, have another one. This one drawn by Sporkbot.
*starts dancing like an idiot*
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ascotsniper asked: It's apparently 'kiss day', so can I have one? ::smirk::
even if he is a nice guy… -snaps- WHAT? I said nothin! NOTHIN!
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Hey guys. An Idea.
For de hell of it, put something in my ask. Anything. I’ll respond to it with a sketch of some kind. Nothing is off-limits. DO IT.
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AscotSniper: I may be fifth place.. →
radioactive-ketchup:
*Coolly prompts a little head-game of speculating which direction the Sniper will orient his head – or which part of him will twitch at what second, and for how long. As it turns out, this is a quaint little method of…
“Well, dey don’t seem t’be doin much o’anytin.” Lukas crossed his arms again, sighing. He glanced down at the scout, frowning. “Shall we…uh….rile ‘em up?” The Sniper grinned from ear to ear, shouldering his rifle. “It’s getting kinda borin jus watchin Felix prance.”
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I may be fifth place.. →
evisceratrix: *Falls into a stride towards the Sniper, one hand aloft a swaying hip – the other – plucking a partially ashed Montecristo from his tense smirk.* An’ what of them, Mister Hutchins. *The Italian clacks his heels together, pivoting to retrace his steps albeit counterclockwise around the marksman. His gaze unceremoniously flicks from head to toe of the dark-skinned, taller mercenary.* Don’ worry, bébé. I let you keep them.
*The scout is watching from afar, none too happy with the small spy waltzing up and sizing the sniper like that - even if was Felix. He gives a little frustrated chew to the bottom scarred lip, but waits for Keith’s reaction before proceeding. No need to play the knight in shining armor card yet. But his patience is fairly thin.. *
*Coolly prompts a little head-game of speculating which direction the Sniper will orient his head – or which part of him will twitch at what second, and for how long. As it turns out, this is a quaint little method of passing the time. Can he be blamed…? Some muscle-bound, taller mercenary men are adorable when you can reduce them to trembles.* I see that you are ready to roll around in the thick of the mud with the big boys now. Admirable. May I please see your rifle?
I suggest you cool yer heels, pup, before y’hightail it ova dere. *He strolls up behind the Scout, chewing on the end of an unlit cigarette. The other BLU seemed to be reading the young man’s mind* Can’t play shinin knight t’de guy all de time. Sides, m’curious t’see how he handles himself. *His money is on the Spy being punched.*
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Another night, an de moon’s closer t’full. I tink I’ll sit out on de rooftop wit my harmonica for awhile.
-leans back against the side of the building, sighing deeply-
Yessir, nuthin kin go wrong here.
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Looks like I missed EVERYTHING last night. Again. -groans and finds a pot of coffee-
You are being overdramatic, mutt. You only missed a little violence and bare flesh. Don’ be so blue.
Yeh, yours.
-Swings in, just because he can.- Oh man, Lukas! Yuh’ totally missed it! We ran uh’cross da’ whole RED snipah’ line uh’ fire!
Late at night, drunk off your asses. I heard de story about three times righ now. *whispers to the scout* What I want to know is how de bloody hell y’convinced ol’ bubble-butt to do it…
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Looks like I missed EVERYTHING last night. Again. -groans and finds a pot of coffee-
You are being overdramatic, mutt. You only missed a little violence and bare flesh. Don’ be so blue.
Yeh, yours.
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Meanwhile, in front of Keith’s nest.
*Pounds on the door, six pack in hand*
‘Ey, mon ami? C’mon out, we need t’talk.
::Had only just woken up a few minutes ago, having a late start in the day and wasn’t really all there yet. At the pounding noise, he jumped and sluggishly moved to the door and opened it with a perked brow. This wasn’t a face he saw very often.:: “Ah.. uh, G’day. Talk?” ::Was he in trouble?::
Yeah…Talk. *looked a little disgruntled, scanning the other other with a sympathetic tone to his voice.* How’s de…how’s de face, mon ami? I ‘eard de Spy ah…wen’ off de deep end las’ night. Right shame I ‘ad t’miss de whole ting, I would’ve grabbed de camera when dose two….*waves it off* Bah. Wha’s done is done.
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