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Arsonwolf
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Rango wakes up to a loud, cheerful voice bellowing "Rise and shine, Rango. We have work to do." Rango pulls his pillow over his head in protest, but the large man with a great big beard and no hair grabs him by the leg and drags him out of bed. Rango groans and shouts to him "Knock it off, Uncle Roach. I'm up, dammit." He sits up and pulls his leg back so he can change into something he didn't sleep in. The towering man who was lovingly called Roach strolls out of the bedroom that Rango shared with his cousin Jakie, who was already up and moving. He pushes open the door and looks into the living area. His uncle's crew was there drinking and laughing. "Lemme guess" he says "you need weapons?" The men cheer in agreement as Jakie hands him a slip of paper. "They already paid for 'em. Just need them delivered to the safe house." Rango sighs and pulls on his hoodie and mask. "I am doing a job tonight. Make sure these idiots are ready for theirs if I don't get back before they leave."
Rango steps into the window and leans around the corner as if he had done it a thousand times to grab the iron gutter drain pipe so he could slide down to street level. The route from another building was faster than from the top of his building. He finds the fire escape to climb up the side of a tall building to jump a short gap to a shorter one. From there he jogs across the building to one of the corners and crouches to guess his odds of making the jump. He took a few steps back and took a deep breath, hoping his cousin taught him well. He takes a running start and leaps off the building towards a shorter building with a long gap between them. He makes it. Just barely. He hits the ground hard and falls over, rolling a few feet before coming to a stop. "ouch" He groans, breathlessly thinking that he would stay there for a while.
Rango steps into the window and leans around the corner as if he had done it a thousand times to grab the iron gutter drain pipe so he could slide down to street level. The route from another building was faster than from the top of his building. He finds the fire escape to climb up the side of a tall building to jump a short gap to a shorter one. From there he jogs across the building to one of the corners and crouches to guess his odds of making the jump. He took a few steps back and took a deep breath, hoping his cousin taught him well. He takes a running start and leaps off the building towards a shorter building with a long gap between them. He makes it. Just barely. He hits the ground hard and falls over, rolling a few feet before coming to a stop. "ouch" He groans, breathlessly thinking that he would stay there for a while.