Cassius Jones (
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thecapitol2014-09-20 09:59 pm
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This isn't what I signed up for [OPEN]
Who| Cassius Jones and you! Yes, you
What| With the blackout and ensuing chaos, it's time for Cassius to actually do his job: keep the peace
Where| All over the Capitol
When| Shortly after the Blackout
Warnings/Notes| Potential death and violence. Will edit when anything pops up
"Son of a bitch!"
Cassius mutters under his breath, his curses muffled by his helmet, as he marches through the darkened streets of the Capitol. He's decked head to toe in heavy white armor, a pistol in his hand and a baton at his side, but that's the heaviest weaponry he has on hand now; the blackout caught everyone off guard and, well, it isn't as if he needs a machine gun during his usual shift, does he?
He hopes that he won't need anything else now. He hopes that he won't need any of this. But he's not optimistic. As he marches towards headquarters, he keeps an eye out for chaos and destruction, in case he needs to intervene more immediately.
What| With the blackout and ensuing chaos, it's time for Cassius to actually do his job: keep the peace
Where| All over the Capitol
When| Shortly after the Blackout
Warnings/Notes| Potential death and violence. Will edit when anything pops up
"Son of a bitch!"
Cassius mutters under his breath, his curses muffled by his helmet, as he marches through the darkened streets of the Capitol. He's decked head to toe in heavy white armor, a pistol in his hand and a baton at his side, but that's the heaviest weaponry he has on hand now; the blackout caught everyone off guard and, well, it isn't as if he needs a machine gun during his usual shift, does he?
He hopes that he won't need anything else now. He hopes that he won't need any of this. But he's not optimistic. As he marches towards headquarters, he keeps an eye out for chaos and destruction, in case he needs to intervene more immediately.
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"Not too far off," he says quickly. He does his best to support her, and says, "Just a few streets down...just hold onto me, alright?"
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She drapes one arm on his shoulder and walks with him, blinking at how her blood was starting to spot his uniform.
"I'm sorry. I'm bleeding all over your clothes."
She isn't sorry, but she is beginning to feel rather detached from the situation. Probably the blood loss. It also seems the sort of thing a victim would say in this situation.
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"Don't worry about that," he says quickly. "These are government issue, see? Nothing that came out of my own pocket."
Cas continues to move, doing his best to balance speed with caution, while scanning the street and darkened cityscape for signs of the hospital. He thinks he sees it, just a little ways off in the distance, but he can't be too certain.
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It's interesting to watch, her own blood. Drip-dripping onto his uniform, spreading onto the white cloth of her dress.
She looks up as they approach the hospital, giving a soft sigh of relief. "Fantastic. I can fix myself in there."
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"And is there anything I should be doing? 'Sides keeping an eye out, I mean."