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Selena had just finished work, and was walking home. Lighting up a cigarette, she felt she needed it to relax.
(19 cigarettes left in her pack)
Selena Ellens worked as a gunsmith for this town, although her higher ups didn't allow her to make larger weaponry, she knew she could do it with ease. Instead, they only allowed her to make basic pistols, such as the one that was, "misplaced" in the belt of her pants.
During her walk, some kind of dog appeared from an alleyway, and onto the sidewalk. She stopped as it appeared. It turned it's head to look at her, staring at her as she looked at it.
*What does she do?*
(19 cigarettes left in her pack)
Selena Ellens worked as a gunsmith for this town, although her higher ups didn't allow her to make larger weaponry, she knew she could do it with ease. Instead, they only allowed her to make basic pistols, such as the one that was, "misplaced" in the belt of her pants.
During her walk, some kind of dog appeared from an alleyway, and onto the sidewalk. She stopped as it appeared. It turned it's head to look at her, staring at her as she looked at it.
*What does she do?*