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[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[suddenly, a door appears! It's made of a heavy metal, like something off of a small fortress, it's surface pockmarked with dents that could only be from bullets.]

[it teeters in place for a moment before falling over completely, hitting whatever passes for 'ground' here - and Vash is standing behind it, his left arm still outstretched. He's holding his revolver in his right hand, pointed upwards, and generally looks a little disheveled.]

[he flashes a quick, triumphant grin, and then he disappears, leaving the door behind.]


(OOC: Vash will be showing up again in about ~20 minutes after this, so I'll assume any questions directed to him take place then, unless otherwise noted. :Db)

Comments

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

It's not much of a decoration, and it'd make for a really bumpy table.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

We can't jus' leave it here! [this coming from a man that brought a sand filled bar up here and left most of it behind]

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Well... if you want it for a table, I could drag it over to your bar.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[snorts and goes to lift one up up] Just give me a hand, needle noggin.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[smiling as he lifts up the other end] Lead the way!

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Alright then!