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1964- RP
Forum-Index → Roleplay → 1964- RPNo use thinking about it...
Right, that little sentence reminded him of how he got nearly got pushed to death. Oh well, the least the young adult could do was to treat his subordinate's injury. That's the only thing he's good at besides getting intel.



•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•

•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•
The sound of high heels meeting the pavement echoed as a woman prowled down the sidewalk, her brown hair bouncing behind her as she did. Her neck shot in the direction of a nearby rooftop at the sound of a blood curling howl. She squinted, noticing a few familiar faces in the distance and sighed.
A few minutes later, she arrived at the top of the building to see other members of the Rebellion huddled around a wounded person, some of them arguing with one another. "I take two days off and I come back to find one of you nearly joining the dead?" the woman questioned, kneeling beside the injured. 'What was his name again? B...B-something...' Her neck shot back towards the two she recognized as Lauren and Steve. "Hey, do me a favor. Stop bickering like a bunch of twelve-year-olds and explain to me what the hell happened here." she barked.


•°. * уσυ ¢αи'т נυѕт ℓєανє α gυу ωнσ'ѕ тяуιиg нιѕ вєѕт ∂єѕριтє єνєяутнιиg αℓσиє, у'киσω? * .°•