Bullet 01 - Gin - [In Person]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[There is a rather angry looking man with long blond hair, a fedora and a black leather trenchcoat, who seems to be currently wandering the streets, looking for someone. He is openly carrying his handgun, however, as though he's about ready to violently demand answers out of the first real person to cross his path.]

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[always1truth.livejournal.com]

Gah! [Is there anything he can do to make him let go? N-no? He continues to struggle until-black hawk?

Conan freezes. B-but Gin couldn't have seen his face--could he have? Shit!]

I don't even know what a black hawk helicopter looks like! Let me go!

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

Then why'd you freeze when I mentioned the black hawk? I think you know more than you're trying to let on, kid. [Roughly forcing the kid's injured arm back. It's probably even more painful due to the recovering tissue AND it could mean a potential dislocation. Two birds, one stone.]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[Conan cries out again- he sounds very much like a small child in unbearable pain. There is an almost sickening pop as his arm comes out of place.

He has to get away-he needs to-but... what does he have? High powered kick shoes, the suspenders and that's it. There's got to be SOMETHING He can do!]]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[This shouldn't be as amusing as it is. But dear god is it ever amusing.] You know, this could be a great way to find out if that detective was right about the death thing. You killed my helicopter, I kill you to keep you from talking about this little altercation - seems fair enough..

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[Oh God. Come one Kudo- think of something! He supposed he could just turn around and kick the assassin and hope for the best... He drops squats down just long enough to crank up the power on his shoes]

You shouldn't do that-

[Suddenly, he turns around long enough to give Gin's shin a nice hard kick-it's not enough to break it-Shinichi hates this man but he doesn't have something like that in him- and the setting on his shoes is at low-that should at least make it difficult to walk on.]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[And while a few choice words escape the assassin's lips, the kid escapes from his grasp. There's an aggravated snarl, shifting the weight off the injured shin, and even more annoyance at the fact that the kid is getting away. Taking his handgun, he quickly aims it at the fleeing target and pulling the trigger. Gin is NOT happy. No sir.]

[always1truth.livejournal.com]

[That bullet strikes fast-so fast that Conan isn't even aware it hit him until about the time it's exiting through the front of his shoulder.

Pain. Lots of pain is exploding in both shoulders as the one is protesting the violent treatment and the other is now just aware of the hole it seems to have gained. Conan stumbles on a second and blood is starting to seep out. He's sure there's a bit of a blood trail and instinctively- he swings the left arm up to hold the would-big mistake. His left shoulder is screaming in protest.

But he has to get away, there has to be something-A balcony? Without a second thought Conan rushes over to where there's a second story balcony and uses the power from the shoes give him a nice boost so he can latch on and climb over.]

[coldnlondondry.livejournal.com]

[Annnnnd the kid's getting away. Trying to keep up as best as possible despite the boy having gotten a good head-start and that rocket-kicked shin hurting like the devil when there's weight applied to it, so there's a bit of a limp and Gin is not happy about it. At least the kid's leaving a trail.

...Or was leaving a trail. The trail comes to an end under a balcony. How convenient. Annoyed and unamused, Gin would have kicked the nearest object if the shin he was currently favoring wouldn't make that a total pain. How annoying. Stupid brat.]