Jersey Jimmy
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Though Winona remained completely stoic as she peered through her rifle's scope, she was internally grateful to hear an old favorite playing through her little personal radio. She couldn't afford to show it, though; sure, her little sniper nest (an old watchtower) felt safe, but you never knew when a zed might've been smart enough to use a ladder. She'd already had to dealt with that a couple times.
When she heard the door creak open, though, the flying ace correctly assumed it was Flannery. "Hey, Winnie! I found a couple cans of clam chowder down near that general store."
"That's nice, Flannery." Her tone was just as expressionless as her face. "I think there's a couple zeds approaching the tower, so be prepared for the gunshots." The former gym leader complied, holding her hands over her ears once she plopped down the chowder cans on a nearby table.
Three shots later, Winona flashed a quick thumbs-up, prompting her to put her hands down and take a seat next to her friend. "So, you're still good on ammo, right? Because if you need me to get you any, you can as-"
"Flannery." Winona finally pulled away from the scope, turning to Flannery with an irritated expression. "I know you want to talk to me, but I'm busy right now. Wait until I'm finished."
Sighing sadly, Flannery turned away. "Fine... I'm sorry." And as Winona got back to work, she dug into her pocket and pulled out a lighter, beginning to flick it on and off.
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"...and numerous sightings of infected Absol have been made on Route 120. If you're around there, make sure to watch out for them. That's it for updates, here's 'Special Brew.'"
Though Winona remained completely stoic as she peered through her rifle's scope, she was internally grateful to hear an old favorite playing through her little personal radio. She couldn't afford to show it, though; sure, her little sniper nest (an old watchtower) felt safe, but you never knew when a zed might've been smart enough to use a ladder. She'd already had to dealt with that a couple times.
When she heard the door creak open, though, the flying ace correctly assumed it was Flannery. "Hey, Winnie! I found a couple cans of clam chowder down near that general store."
"That's nice, Flannery." Her tone was just as expressionless as her face. "I think there's a couple zeds approaching the tower, so be prepared for the gunshots." The former gym leader complied, holding her hands over her ears once she plopped down the chowder cans on a nearby table.
Three shots later, Winona flashed a quick thumbs-up, prompting her to put her hands down and take a seat next to her friend. "So, you're still good on ammo, right? Because if you need me to get you any, you can as-"
"Flannery." Winona finally pulled away from the scope, turning to Flannery with an irritated expression. "I know you want to talk to me, but I'm busy right now. Wait until I'm finished."
Sighing sadly, Flannery turned away. "Fine... I'm sorry." And as Winona got back to work, she dug into her pocket and pulled out a lighter, beginning to flick it on and off.