Peter was on duty today, he wasn't too fond of gruel, but he shoveled it out anyway. His cart squeaked quietly as he made his way down the hall, wondering what he should do once he goes home. Call his ill grandmother? Play some Wii fit? Maybe sob into a pillow for the sake of humanity.
Slowly, he made his way up to Warden's cell. A low hum on his lips, he shoveld out a scoop of protein shake and nudged it into the slot.
The warrior surged upwards, snatching Peter's wrist through the slot as she went, and gave a savage yank that would, ordinarily, have dislocated a normal human being's shoulder in an instant. But as it was she was stuck with simply maintaining a vicegrip on his arm. Providing he was close to the door, she should be hearing the satisfying noise of a skull connecting with metal, but Cousland was also patient enough to wait for him to try to open the door if that wasn't the case.
Peter let out an unexpected yelp as his arm is yanked through the slot. Immediately he braced his hand against the door as she pulled him to it, using force to try and pry him and his poor limb back to freedom. On the second, and third attempt he let go of the door, head thunking against the metal clumsily as he reached into his pocket for a Red Card. There is a few half-assed swipes into the air before he can get the card reader to identify him.
Hearing the latch click back into the unlocked position, the Grey Warden gave Peter a split second to push the door open a tiny crack before she simultaneously released his wrist and heaved open the door. All it took was a basic pivot and crouch for her to get into position. First order of business would be to eliminate any chances of him calling out to the heavily-armoured guards patrolling the area.
SO.
Hey NPC! Have a righteous shoulder in the diaphragm-style tackle.
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Slowly, he made his way up to Warden's cell. A low hum on his lips, he shoveld out a scoop of protein shake and nudged it into the slot.
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The warrior surged upwards, snatching Peter's wrist through the slot as she went, and gave a savage yank that would, ordinarily, have dislocated a normal human being's shoulder in an instant. But as it was she was stuck with simply maintaining a vicegrip on his arm.
Providing he was close to the door, she should be hearing the satisfying noise of a skull connecting with metal, but Cousland was also patient enough to wait for him to try to open the door if that wasn't the case.
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Peter let out an unexpected yelp as his arm is yanked through the slot. Immediately he braced his hand against the door as she pulled him to it, using force to try and pry him and his poor limb back to freedom. On the second, and third attempt he let go of the door, head thunking against the metal clumsily as he reached into his pocket for a Red Card. There is a few half-assed swipes into the air before he can get the card reader to identify him.
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SO.
Hey NPC! Have a righteous shoulder in the diaphragm-style tackle.
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