why does blood turn brown when it dries and why do the tears well up in your eyes?
WHO: Beetles and Birds of Various Colors! or at least one of each i guess
WHERE: ONE OF THOSE DARK SHIFTY WAREHOUSE PLACES
WHEN: Nighttime! Set to happen... when we finish it?? IF THAT IS OKAY?
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: Carrie second guesses herself! Accidents happen! Jaime is a hero!! INSERT INSPIRING DISNEY SONG.
FORMAT: quick! even if this first tag turned into a monster, jeez
[ She's been following this guy for almost two weeks now. It's the kind of guy that's used up all his chances. A dealer who doesn't care if his ware end up in the hands of prostitutes, aged hippies, or middle schoolers, who isn't afraid to pull a trigger to silence someone, or provide a little extra incentive to someone else.
In short, he's a pretty terrible person. And if he goes to jail, he's just going to get out again sooner or later. Jason would've finished him off, stopped him more permanently. Carrie would have, too, a month ago or so. But now, as she watches from a crouch in the rafters of a warehouse, all she can see is that stupid domestic scene Dick had shown her. A man setting the table, sitting down to dinner with his daughter and mother. A guy that wouldn't've had a chance to enjoy any more family dinners if someone like her had come along and cut his violent career short.
She bites her lip and lets out a slow, measured breath. The guy below is packing up to clear out; she's not sure where she'll find him next if she lets him out of her sight now. She's really got to stop wondering what level of force to use on him, and just do something. So, one more breath in, and then she's dropping to the ground just behind him. Her staff is already out and expanding, whirling through the air-- which is about when the shots are fired.
Oh, damn. The target's got company that she hadn't seen? Sloppy, Rob-- Redbird. She's ducking (falling?) immediately to one side, hoping there's no unsavory ears in the area to hear the gunfire. She'd really like not to make her job any harder than it has to be. ]
WHERE: ONE OF THOSE DARK SHIFTY WAREHOUSE PLACES
WHEN: Nighttime! Set to happen... when we finish it?? IF THAT IS OKAY?
WARNINGS: n/a
SUMMARY: Carrie second guesses herself! Accidents happen! Jaime is a hero!! INSERT INSPIRING DISNEY SONG.
FORMAT: quick! even if this first tag turned into a monster, jeez
[ She's been following this guy for almost two weeks now. It's the kind of guy that's used up all his chances. A dealer who doesn't care if his ware end up in the hands of prostitutes, aged hippies, or middle schoolers, who isn't afraid to pull a trigger to silence someone, or provide a little extra incentive to someone else.
In short, he's a pretty terrible person. And if he goes to jail, he's just going to get out again sooner or later. Jason would've finished him off, stopped him more permanently. Carrie would have, too, a month ago or so. But now, as she watches from a crouch in the rafters of a warehouse, all she can see is that stupid domestic scene Dick had shown her. A man setting the table, sitting down to dinner with his daughter and mother. A guy that wouldn't've had a chance to enjoy any more family dinners if someone like her had come along and cut his violent career short.
She bites her lip and lets out a slow, measured breath. The guy below is packing up to clear out; she's not sure where she'll find him next if she lets him out of her sight now. She's really got to stop wondering what level of force to use on him, and just do something. So, one more breath in, and then she's dropping to the ground just behind him. Her staff is already out and expanding, whirling through the air-- which is about when the shots are fired.
Oh, damn. The target's got company that she hadn't seen? Sloppy, Rob-- Redbird. She's ducking (falling?) immediately to one side, hoping there's no unsavory ears in the area to hear the gunfire. She'd really like not to make her job any harder than it has to be. ]