Crossgate (Roleplay)

I walk in the direction everyone else went, hoping I would have a chance to get past them all to get to work without being shot.
 
I run into an alleyway, hoping to throw them off. I hold both guns up into the direction of the street so I can make sure to shoot them when they come.
 
"I'm done playing games!" I yell. Running as fast as I can, I start to catch up with the thief.
 
I see her go into an alleyway. I approach it slowly, and run in, covering my face, barreling towards her.
 
Finally reached there ,''Damn he has two guns '' , I quickly hide around the corner before he sees me.
 
I notice her climb to the roof. "Not so fast there!" I grab onto a drain pipe and start to climb up, shooting my pistol with my free hand.
 
I stop before I walk past an alleyway, and peek my head round the corner to see if there's anyone there. And of course, the gunsmith is there, and the two girls are climbing onto a roof.
 
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I hear a two loud bangs, and a burning pain arises in my left arm and my lower torso, around my hip. I cuss loudly, and look down to see blood covering my arm.
 
I fall on to the floor shoulder bleeding heavily , the pain was unbearably , that's it I have to kill him I thought.
 
As I stand by the alley, the gunsmith is shot. Without thinking, I drop my book, and run over to him to see if he's okay.
 
I put my hand over the bullet holes, and grunt in pain. I feel around in my pocket, and the money I had received for selling the pistol isn't there. I swear again. "You can't trust nobody these days..." I look down at my wound as it starts to drizzle.
 
I got back up , the wound gave a severe deep throb lines of agony splintered through my arm. I felt as if several knives were pressing deep into me at once. But I relished the pain and tried to find the boy who shot me.
 
I look up and see the thief standing in front of me. She drops my gun. "Shooting people isn't something you win!" I grunt, and wince. "I... They stole my gun." I tell the other girl. "Hey, do you have any bandages on you?"
 
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I got back up , the wound gave a severe deep throb lines of agony splintered through my arm. I felt as if several knives were pressing deep into me at once. But I relished the pain and tried to find the boy who shot me.

(Once again, my character's female.)

The girl kicks me across the jaw, and I fall, recovering via backflip. "To be honest, I was gonna give it back anyways. I already have a gun," I say, shooting the revolver into the air 3 times.
 
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