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Name: Ric Flad
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Appearance: Height: 6'2 Weight: 350
Class/Skills: He is a hunter and is very good as hand to hand combat. He is trained well to setup traps and aiming with weapons. His anger gives him a fighting advantage.
Personality: Ric is more of a gruff...
Larry would have his jumpsuit on as he grasps a large pan from the kitchen, and other chemical substances from the cuboards. He would take and start pouring them into this chemist distillation machine.
"Better..FLIPPIN get inside before people start callin'" Larry would mutter to himself as he reaches his apartment. He would quickly lock the door behind him as he sit down in his recliner, rocking back and fourth again, Clentching the glock. Larry would wait for awhile before he puts on his...
Larry would grasp his Glock and quickly extract it out of his jacket and start firing at the vehicle, the vehicle would shoot off as it leaves the block. He would quickly shove the glock back in his jacket as he books it back into the apartments.
Larry would whistle as he rocks back and fourth in his chair taking apart his gun and cleaning it. He would watch the TV as he glances down at the gun and fills a magazine up with the correct bullets. Larry would lift himself off the chair as he peers out the window, seeing the black car still...
Larry would finish with his delivery as he leaps out of the cab, he would make his way toward the apartments. Larry would march up the stairs as he shoves his cash into his pocket. He would unlock and swing open his apartment door and suspiciously slam the door and lock it quickly. "Those dang...
Larry would be rummaging through his cases as he pulls out large chemistry supplies. He would lock his door and close the blinds as he sets up his room, to what he wanted. Larry would grasp his cigar and take one good look at the room he has set up as he lets out a greasy cough in doing so...
Larry would step out of a cab as he stares up at the apartment buildings. He would have rotted suit case dangling behind him as he makes his way to the front doors. "Ah...Home sweet home.." He would say in a muttered voice as he walks through the door. Larry would now make his way to the front...