Post by Andronikos on Jun 27, 2015 4:05:10 GMT
Open to Ikuze Storm , Caitlin Cockfoster , and whomever else was involved in the arrest, either directly or by extension.
This was the alleyway.
Andronikos never really knew Skye. Alistair had assumed the role of guide, instructor - High Commander. This leader, however, seemed to busy himself with disappearing for extended amounts of time, and Andro found himself with only the ability to speak to him through messengers' lips and paper scraps, none of which elicited any answer. In all honesty, he had no idea what Alistair was up to or where he seemed to go - leaving the descisions to him, and, in turn, he made none...
Until now. His decision was in searching.
Two women, saviors of the accused. Andronikos had failed to trail them - not as well as he should have, and therefore, by extension, disobeyed orders. He had seen braids as they trailed behind them as they ran. He had seen their faces. He could find them, and could make it up to his leader, by bringing them in as well, for assisting the arrested...
Or, at least, that's what he convinced himself.
Slow, premeditated steps clapped against the brick as he followed the path he had that autumn day, but this time, he found the sprouting vines and blooming blossoms of plants that crept up the sides of the buildings or sat protected in window boxes, to be quite the distraction. Still, the path was discreet, but not that difficult to bring back to his mind.
A cough caused Andronikos to jerk his head in that direction, but it seemed only to be a dirty vagabond, desolate, and utterly disgusting...
"Hey!" Andronikos called out, as realization sparked "Hey, you!"
It was the man who he had seen the one woman flip a coin towards. He had not gotten far enough to see what he would do, but he knew that the man knew something.
Lips spread apart reveling rows of mismatched, rotten teeth. "Yah, officer?" He asked, fear absent in his eyes.
"I need you to tell me where the two women were headed." It was more of a yell than a statement, as Andronikos spat. Repulsive, he thought to himself. Utterly so.
The man's brows furrowed. "I don't know what you're-"
BAM! A meaty fist gripped the stained, fraying collar of the man who found himself with his body held at least a foot above the ground, back slammed against the brick wall behind him.
"I know you know what I'm talking about. Tell me!"
(I hope it's okay that I'm doing this. If it's not I'll be happy to delete it.)
This was the alleyway.
Andronikos never really knew Skye. Alistair had assumed the role of guide, instructor - High Commander. This leader, however, seemed to busy himself with disappearing for extended amounts of time, and Andro found himself with only the ability to speak to him through messengers' lips and paper scraps, none of which elicited any answer. In all honesty, he had no idea what Alistair was up to or where he seemed to go - leaving the descisions to him, and, in turn, he made none...
Until now. His decision was in searching.
Two women, saviors of the accused. Andronikos had failed to trail them - not as well as he should have, and therefore, by extension, disobeyed orders. He had seen braids as they trailed behind them as they ran. He had seen their faces. He could find them, and could make it up to his leader, by bringing them in as well, for assisting the arrested...
Or, at least, that's what he convinced himself.
Slow, premeditated steps clapped against the brick as he followed the path he had that autumn day, but this time, he found the sprouting vines and blooming blossoms of plants that crept up the sides of the buildings or sat protected in window boxes, to be quite the distraction. Still, the path was discreet, but not that difficult to bring back to his mind.
A cough caused Andronikos to jerk his head in that direction, but it seemed only to be a dirty vagabond, desolate, and utterly disgusting...
"Hey!" Andronikos called out, as realization sparked "Hey, you!"
It was the man who he had seen the one woman flip a coin towards. He had not gotten far enough to see what he would do, but he knew that the man knew something.
Lips spread apart reveling rows of mismatched, rotten teeth. "Yah, officer?" He asked, fear absent in his eyes.
"I need you to tell me where the two women were headed." It was more of a yell than a statement, as Andronikos spat. Repulsive, he thought to himself. Utterly so.
The man's brows furrowed. "I don't know what you're-"
BAM! A meaty fist gripped the stained, fraying collar of the man who found himself with his body held at least a foot above the ground, back slammed against the brick wall behind him.
"I know you know what I'm talking about. Tell me!"
(I hope it's okay that I'm doing this. If it's not I'll be happy to delete it.)