04-28-2021, 11:06 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 6pt; letter-spacing: 2.5px; word-spacing: 0px; line-height: 12px; color: #000"]Fighting was all that Green knew. Rarely, he’d seek one, but mostly he would have been thrown into one where he could choose to defend himself or run. As a kid on the streets who understood that his malnourished, gangling frame would serve no benefit in a fight, the latter seemed to be the only answer in most cases. Running away was a powerful instinct. It never made him cowardly, but it made him well versed on how to pick a fight well. Once Gus taught him how to fight defensively, it became all that Green knew. The technique to be able to stand up for himself when the time came. Green had never considered the use of guns, however. In fact, he’d never even harmed a person with a gun before; all practice he had was minimal as Gus would insist he shoot at hanging sandbags. The power and sound of guns still made Green flinch every time.
Head whipped up as he heard a gunshot, heart leaping into his throat as he anticipated more danger on the horizon. As much as he wanted to walk away, avoid the fact that someone out there had a gun that had the ability to be used on him, Green had a responsibility to ensure the safety of everyone here. He walked swiftly through the District, soon coming across Roman and Mickey doing target practice. Shoulders slumped with relief, watching the pair of them from the distance before he slowly began to approach. ❝ Is Mick giving you a shooting lesson? ❞ Greenie asked as he stopped nearby, arms hugging his torso as he glanced over towards the cans. ❝ You’re in the best hands. He’s really good. ❞ Gaze slowly turned to look over towards Mickey, fond smile growing to his lips before looking at Roman.
He’d never seen Roman with a weapon before, personally, but the both of them were so good at escaping situations before it ever got to that point. That was how they had made it so far as a duo in their childhood, anyways. But, the world was ever-changing, Green was slowly coming to find. Sometimes, people had to evolve in their ways in order to survive. Whilst running away was easy, fighting back was brave. All of one and none of the other was foolishness, and a balance of fight or flight was discerning. They all had to start to learn that somewhere, even if it began with a couple of tin cans and a handgun. He chose not to say anything else for now in favour of watching Roman learn.
Head whipped up as he heard a gunshot, heart leaping into his throat as he anticipated more danger on the horizon. As much as he wanted to walk away, avoid the fact that someone out there had a gun that had the ability to be used on him, Green had a responsibility to ensure the safety of everyone here. He walked swiftly through the District, soon coming across Roman and Mickey doing target practice. Shoulders slumped with relief, watching the pair of them from the distance before he slowly began to approach. ❝ Is Mick giving you a shooting lesson? ❞ Greenie asked as he stopped nearby, arms hugging his torso as he glanced over towards the cans. ❝ You’re in the best hands. He’s really good. ❞ Gaze slowly turned to look over towards Mickey, fond smile growing to his lips before looking at Roman.
He’d never seen Roman with a weapon before, personally, but the both of them were so good at escaping situations before it ever got to that point. That was how they had made it so far as a duo in their childhood, anyways. But, the world was ever-changing, Green was slowly coming to find. Sometimes, people had to evolve in their ways in order to survive. Whilst running away was easy, fighting back was brave. All of one and none of the other was foolishness, and a balance of fight or flight was discerning. They all had to start to learn that somewhere, even if it began with a couple of tin cans and a handgun. He chose not to say anything else for now in favour of watching Roman learn.
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I'LL EAT UP ALL YOUR PAIN, TAKE IN ALL THE BLAME
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