Theirs But to Do and Die (Tag to Gale) Who: Gale Hawthorne and Cato What: Smackdown Where: Parlor Car When: Thursday evening Warnings/Ratings: Violence, language Status: Closed and Ongoing
Cato stormed down the corridor in the direction of the parlor car with his sword in his hand, a fire behind his eyes that would cause most people who knew him in Two to get out of his way as quickly and unnoticed as possible. This little fucker from Twelve needed his ass kicked. There was no other way to put it. He'd been an ass ever since Cato'd arrived here, and while he was working on controlling himself, sometimes people didn't understand anything other than a fist in the face.
And the fact that the fucker was from Twelve only made things all that much better. He probably knew that little bitch in his Games that had been causing him so much damn trouble.
He burst into the parlor car, his sword clasped aggressively in his hand, ready to fight. Of course, Cato was always ready for a fight - it had been bred into him from an early age.