[center][h3] Michael and Franklin [/h3]
Level 5- (9/50) EXP / Level 4- (13/40) EXP (+1 EXP)
Location: Devil's Casino
Wordcount: 258 [/center]
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As the two walked into the room, the two were once again taken aback by the bizarre atmosphere. It looked like they were in the middle of outer space, but with pool balls floating around. They soon noticed one in particular, the eight ball, that was floating before them. Before either of them could say anything, a pair of eyes and rows of teeth suddenly appeared on it, staring at them in a disturbing manner. Michael blinked as the thing spoke to him, looking at his rifle. [color=00aeef]"Uhhh...what?"[/color]

Their confusion, not helped by the fact that they just woke up, got the better of them. Before they could react, the projectile burst at their feet, knocking them down. As they hit the floor, reality quickly set back in, and adrenaline pumped through their veins. Despite how bizarre their opponent was, there was no time for gawking- they needed to fight. Rolling to avoid the bouncing chalks, the two managed to get up quickly enough, Michael reaching down to grab his rifle and Franklin taking out his pistol. [color=00aeef]"We gotta keep moving! Frank, you distract him while I line up a shot."[/color]

Franklin nodded, running forward while dodging the chalks. He ran to the left, firing several pistol shots at Mangosteen in an attempt to draw his attention. At the same time, Michael ran towards the right, rifle in hand. As Franklin fired his pistol, he aimed his rifle, taking a few moments to steady his aim before firing his rifle, aiming for the big '8' in its' center.