The Doomed -(Don't lock please.)

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

Rangon, in a blockbuster western-kind of action, shot the bullet with great accuracy. Anagui freed Zlecat, and Ricoke just stared at the mustardblood, to see if he moved.
((Sorry :c))

[DistructionCahill!]

((OOC: I've gone 4 straight years with my characters being shot. It's okay. itoturemycharactershehehe))

Zlecat sat up. Her faded olive hoodie was ripped, surely Isimon's bullet found it's way into her shoulder.
"i'M OK+^ BUT i'M NOT OK+^*" she said.
The oliveblood looked over at Isimon, who hadn't really moved.
"hE'$ +LIVE* i'VE KNOWN TH+T pOP$ICLE HERE C+N T+KE + BE+TING*"

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

"I can finish the job", said Ricoke with a crazed grin. "Down", said Rangon, and Ricoke stayed put. "Seriously, what's with us and bullets", sighed Rangon. "I get my hand shot off, and now you get a bullet to the shoulder. At least tell me you can move your arm", said Rangon.

[DistructionCahill!]

"i THINK NOT*" said Zlecat.

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

"You can't move your arm? Oh great...", said Rangon. Ricoke grumbled. "You have to take the bullet out of your shoulder first", said Ricoke.

[DistructionCahill!]

"oH $TRIFE $PECIBU$ NO*"

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

"You want to have a bullet lodged on your shoulder forever?", said Rangon. Anagui rolled her eyes, climbed to Zlecat's shoulder and took out the bullet quickly, jumped down, and looked at Ricoke and Rangon with a 'Was that so hard to do' look.

[DistructionCahill!]

"wELL, e+$^ FOR ^OU*" Zlecat said to Anagui. "^OU H+VE $M+LLER H+ND$ THEN U$*"

[Dark Drago Dragonite]

Anagui snapped her little fingers. "Okay... Enough showing off, Anagui. We'll head back...", said Rangon.
((-snap snap snap-))

[DistructionCahill!]

"i'M BRINGING pOP$ICLE $O HE C+ N GET A T+$TE OF HI$ OWN $L^ TRICK*" said Zlecat, grabbing the now bloody Isimon.