closed starter for @phinsecure
Walking around hell with nothing more than the clothes on his back, a gun, and a confidence unlike any other. . . It's bound to get people to notice. Especially when said person isn't even a demon to begin with. He figured he could outlast the best of them with a blast or two, maybe finally get his hands on one without a fight ensuing. Just a one-and-done, but fate had other plans. Poor Joey finally got his comeuppance.
Running away, practically yelling obscenities, and tears rolling down his face. Suit crumpled and ripped, his shades barely hanging on, and blood dripping down his face. To say he had a good time already would be a lie. The agent practically ran and ran until he managed to make his way into a building. What it was, he didn't care; he just needed to lie low. Call Two and inform her of his status.
Therefore, he'd rush inside and almost immediately pull out his phone. Dialing up her number as he held it to his ear and waited. Looking around in a panic before suddenly making eye contact with a weird fish-looking demon. "OH FUCK! Stay back! Don't youse come any closer or I'll. . .I'll. . " Scrambling for his gun as a message rang through his phone. "The person you are trying to call is unavailable. Please try again later. If you would like to leave a--" Goddamnit.
He pushes himself against the nearest wall. "Look, I ain't here t'start nothin'. Just let me stay a little while, then I'll be on my way yea? Y'know keep outta your. . . uh fins and all that--..." He grits his teeth at the sudden pain he begins to feel a rush of pain. "Sssshit."