part 335 summer nights (tell me more tell me more)

[aphanon_meme]

Like did he have a car? Dodo--dodo--dodo... yeah! How is your July going so far, meme? Good? Bad? Okay? Scrumtrulescent? ... Question mark? This is a very rambling post today, I'm sorry, I'm in a tired rush. A tired tired summer rush. Which, in my professional opinion, is the most annoying kind of rush. I prefer a crisp winter rush! But oh well.

Enjoy part 335!

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[osmaniac]

[his hand connects loudly with a hard object that is certainly not a face]

[and now his fingers are wounded again, but he won't let that pest go!]

[walks towards him, his weapon in hand. he's not as fast, due to his injured leg]

[newsing]

Oaf!

[It takes him a few seconds to get to his feet. He stumbles a bit,trying to get to the exit.]

[osmaniac]

[he was expecting to recognize the voice, but he's got nothing. that accent though...]

[speeds up after him, and swings the launcher towards his back before he escapes]

[newsing]

[Before he can get far he's struck in the back of head.

He falls to the floor again, a hand reaching up to hold his throbbing head. He can feel blood on his fingers.]

Stop, please! I didn't want to kill you! I was just defending myself!

[osmaniac]

[being near the exit, he can finally see his target more clearly as he approaches closer. and he's probably just as visible now]

[and now he can see the collar]

[newsing]

[His attacker obviously isn't listening. He turns over to get a look at him.]

...You?

[He tries to pull himself back with one hand as Turkey looms over him. He feels his hand hit something realizing he found his gun!]

You!

[Scrambles to pick it up and fires another shot.]

[osmaniac]

[thanks to the illumination he manages to spot the gun]

[but right after he's picking it up and he has to kick at that hand within a split second]

[another bang, and he feels a sharp pain on his hand, raised high holding his own weapon]

[newsing]

[Turkey's foot makes contact with his hand just as he shoots. The gun clatters to the ground again, falling through a hole in the floor.

He can feel his stomach sink. He's lost his weapon.]

[osmaniac]

[the bullet managed to embed itself in his hand, and there's no bleeding, unlike the slashed wound on his thigh from a bullet grazing past it]

[steps onto his chest with his good leg, heel digging into it]

'You' what?

[does this guy know him?]

[newsing]

[He choughs as his breathing is cut off. He tries to struggle, but moving just causes him more pain.]

You- [*cough*] You killed Austria, didn't you?

[osmaniac]

...Good guess.

You're one of his, aitcha. Don't worry, you'll go meet him real quick.

[newsing]

[Now he's positive he'll kill his boss too if he finds him!

He starts struggling again, despite the pain.]

[osmaniac]

[grinds his heel down]

Quit yer squirmin, don't make it harder for yerself like he did.

[newsing]

[He cries out in pain.

Reacting automatically, he punches him in the despite his weak strength.]

[osmaniac]

[right where he was stabbed by Austria!]

[at this rate he'll get all of his injuries from Austrians. with a groan of surprise and pain he releases most of the pressure on his chest]

[newsing]

[Suddenly there's weight being lifted off his chest!

Before Turkey can pull away he roughly presses his fingers into the wound.]

[osmaniac]

[the sharp pain prompts him to instinctively pull back fast]

[lifts his weapon up, about to drive it down onto him]

[newsing]

[He's quick enough to dodge it, rolling out of the way.

He may have gotten out of his hold, but he has nowhere to run.]

[osmaniac]

[it impacts loudly with the ground]

Stay still, ya coward.

[attempts a kick in the sides]

[newsing]

You're the coward!

[Gets to his feet and charges, headbutting him in the stomach.]