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fandomhigh2005-09-15 01:46 am
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Sam Carter And The Very Big Guns
Wednesday Afternoon, 5pm
Sam headed back to her room immediately after Advanced Negotiations finished, and quickly changed into a pair of long, loose pants - not unlike the military BDUs she was so used to wearing - and a tank top. Old habits died hard. A hoodie emblazoned with the words: "Kneel Before Your God!" (Daniel's idea of a joke) was tossed on the bed before she hauled out her lockbox out of the wardrobe.
In the bedside drawer, amidst assorted candy stashes lay a .22 calibre pistol. Sam checked the safety and the clip, then placed it on the bed. The muzzle of the gun pointed towards the door - a habit she picked up from her father, who taught her how to use a gun in the first place. Old habits died really hard.
A small velvet oblong was flipped open to reveal her lockpicks, and she knelt down to use them on the lockbox. The keys were long since gone, but her lockpicking skills were always good to open the catch.
Inside were a variety of handguns, including a old military-issue 45 and a Glock 9mm. She took those out now, checked the safety and took out the clips, then took an extra clip and a couple of boxes of rounds for each gun. Guns, clips, and boxes went into her satchel, and she hauled on the hoodie and tucked the pistol in the pocket.
She closed the box, shoved it back in the wardrobe, put away the lockpicks, and left messages with the crew.
Then she went off down to the firing range for a bit of marksmanship practise with Aeryn.
OOC: I know I'm a bit early on the timing front, but since it's 01:30 Thursday here in the Wonderful Land of Oz, I'm a goin' to sleep now, Miss Daisy! Your character can come along and watch, shoot, or catcall - just be warned: Sam played nice at in SG-1 because she was in a command structure. She's not in a command structure anymore.and she's fully loaded
Sam headed back to her room immediately after Advanced Negotiations finished, and quickly changed into a pair of long, loose pants - not unlike the military BDUs she was so used to wearing - and a tank top. Old habits died hard. A hoodie emblazoned with the words: "Kneel Before Your God!" (Daniel's idea of a joke) was tossed on the bed before she hauled out her lockbox out of the wardrobe.
In the bedside drawer, amidst assorted candy stashes lay a .22 calibre pistol. Sam checked the safety and the clip, then placed it on the bed. The muzzle of the gun pointed towards the door - a habit she picked up from her father, who taught her how to use a gun in the first place. Old habits died really hard.
A small velvet oblong was flipped open to reveal her lockpicks, and she knelt down to use them on the lockbox. The keys were long since gone, but her lockpicking skills were always good to open the catch.
Inside were a variety of handguns, including a old military-issue 45 and a Glock 9mm. She took those out now, checked the safety and took out the clips, then took an extra clip and a couple of boxes of rounds for each gun. Guns, clips, and boxes went into her satchel, and she hauled on the hoodie and tucked the pistol in the pocket.
She closed the box, shoved it back in the wardrobe, put away the lockpicks, and left messages with the crew.
Then she went off down to the firing range for a bit of marksmanship practise with Aeryn.
OOC: I know I'm a bit early on the timing front, but since it's 01:30 Thursday here in the Wonderful Land of Oz, I'm a goin' to sleep now, Miss Daisy! Your character can come along and watch, shoot, or catcall - just be warned: Sam played nice at in SG-1 because she was in a command structure. She's not in a command structure anymore.
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*laughs* Better make sure Janet is around to give him mouth-to-mouth then
*raises eyebrow* What's in it for me?
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If he has a body this time. He's taken it with a couple of times now...
What? The gropage isn't enough for you?
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He better... although if he doesn't, it'll be up to me to comfort Janet...
Not if you're making a profit off it
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Eh don't worry, he always comes back.
How about I give you 30%, that sounds good?
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So, I'll be able to comfort her in the mean time. Sounds good to me.
40% and it's a deal. Just be thankful I like you
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Can I tape that too?
35% is the highest I can go, cause there's no way Parker'll let me slide without wringing me her cut.
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What? You started your own filmmakers club or something?
Okay, I'll take it. But I can't guarentee anything will ever happen.
I'm taking the full 40% if you get anything else of me though...
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Future Porn Camera-People of the... place?
Deal *shakes*
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*snickers* you might need people other than me though...*shakes*
[ooc: Am really amused by this, considering some of Torri's earlier work is basically porn!]
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[OOC: You realize this means we can sell actual pictures then, right?]
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Can't wait to see that notice up around school[ooc: *laughs* Can sell actual footage baby!
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Bet Jerusalem'll sponser it for a cut.[OOC: XD]
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Sara... I mean, Ms Sidle might either...no subject
You ask and I'll...have absolutely no idea what to do next.no subject
Trust me, I have other things I need to be asking Ms Sidle firstno subject
o_O?no subject
*winks suggestively*no subject
*Blinks*