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WHO: MW Billy Costigan, MW Donny Donowitz, MW Inara Serra
WHEN: Wednesday of port
WHERE: Somewhere in a sketch part of MasterWorld
WHAT: Costigan gets friendly with Inara, Donny intervenes
WARNINGS: Uh, unwanted sexual advances (short of rape)
Costigan was following a tip he'd received from some citizen. He wasn't certain he believed it, but it was all he had to go on right now and it was important for him--and for his department as a whole--to look good right now. The Master was not pleased, Alastair was needlessly down their throats, and all he really gave a shit about was the opportunity to make some more fucking money and power. Besides, even if it ended up being a waste, at least he could say he followed it and make up some story about how they got away or some shit.
Having left his goons to continue to wage war on the Barge, Costigan wandered alone through the streets toward the allegedly abandoned residence he had heard the wanted Inara might be found at. The suit he wore established him almost immediately as out of place in the slums and he was proud of that fact. The everyday criminals and resistance fighters, who were criminals in their own right, disgusted him. How one could perform such mundane tasks and expect to make a living or get anywhere in life was beyond him. He had heard once that people were products of their environment; well, he wanted his environment to be a product of him.
Rounding the corner, he spotted the woman he was looking for walking subtly down the narrow street. So, the information was valid. Costigan wore a smarmy little smile as he began walking toward her with nonchalance. Nearing her, before she could panic and get away, he reached out to seize her wrist. In a fluid motion, he moved her back against the wall, body pressing into her space, hand planted on the wall beside her head, effectively pinning her there without touching her, having already released her wrist.
"Inara Serra." He let out a chuckle and unconsciously licked his lips, glancing over her form. "What a waste."
WHEN: Wednesday of port
WHERE: Somewhere in a sketch part of MasterWorld
WHAT: Costigan gets friendly with Inara, Donny intervenes
WARNINGS: Uh, unwanted sexual advances (short of rape)
Costigan was following a tip he'd received from some citizen. He wasn't certain he believed it, but it was all he had to go on right now and it was important for him--and for his department as a whole--to look good right now. The Master was not pleased, Alastair was needlessly down their throats, and all he really gave a shit about was the opportunity to make some more fucking money and power. Besides, even if it ended up being a waste, at least he could say he followed it and make up some story about how they got away or some shit.
Having left his goons to continue to wage war on the Barge, Costigan wandered alone through the streets toward the allegedly abandoned residence he had heard the wanted Inara might be found at. The suit he wore established him almost immediately as out of place in the slums and he was proud of that fact. The everyday criminals and resistance fighters, who were criminals in their own right, disgusted him. How one could perform such mundane tasks and expect to make a living or get anywhere in life was beyond him. He had heard once that people were products of their environment; well, he wanted his environment to be a product of him.
Rounding the corner, he spotted the woman he was looking for walking subtly down the narrow street. So, the information was valid. Costigan wore a smarmy little smile as he began walking toward her with nonchalance. Nearing her, before she could panic and get away, he reached out to seize her wrist. In a fluid motion, he moved her back against the wall, body pressing into her space, hand planted on the wall beside her head, effectively pinning her there without touching her, having already released her wrist.
"Inara Serra." He let out a chuckle and unconsciously licked his lips, glancing over her form. "What a waste."