Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-5583506-20160717224546

"Sis will pay. She always does."

"Oh, do I now?" shrugged Deaphanie with an amused tone. "Yeah, but we'll have two cases of those shells over there." She then laid her eyes on a case of cartridges for her sniper rifle. "One of those. Four cases of .42 caliber bullets for my brother's twin revolvers here", she said motioning to the stoic brute by her side.

As the shopkeep would notice however, there was nothing indicating that these people were siblings. They didn't look anything like each other. The bitter man in the duster coat appeared to be around 40 or 50 years of age. The man with the greaser jacket in his late twenties. The young man with the hoodie was barely old enough to be called a man at all. The woman could range from anything in between twenty to twenty-five.

"Then I would like some .50 caliber bullets for my pistol here and then for my youngest brother a box of regular 10mm clips."