Richard Harrow (still_at_war) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-08-22 00:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, dean winchester |
This is the room..
Who: Richard Harrow and Dean Winchester
Where: Dean's room/apartment, most likely?
What: Richard arrives with guns and he's willing to use them.
When: Thursday evening.
Rating: Potentially high if things get out of hand.
Open: No
Status: Ongoing
The blood was warm and wet on the half of his face not obscured by his mask, and red dots coloured his vision through the glasses that held that mask on. He focused past them though, returned the Mauser 1914 to the waist of his pants where it had been 'holstered', and stepped away from the body to collect up his Enfield M1917. It had been a tense few moments, but Richard collected himself as well as his weapon. He was here to find Tommy and take him away from this place, and it was not his intention to fail. This was no place for a child and just plain dangerous with Rosetti and his men here and no-one to protect him. Richard continued down the hall of the second floor of the grandiose mansion. He was intent on checking the last of the rooms for Tommy. Or Rosetti's men, who he would continue to deal with until he located the boy. He pulled the rifle back so that it was almost parallel to him as he quietly opened the door, lowering it again in the same movement as pushing open the door so that it was at the ready when the room, and its contents, came into view. The view was not what he expected. This room didn't match the rest of the house. In fact, it didn't match any place with which he was familiar. And it was this, really, that saved the person who occupied it's life. They didn't look like one of Rosetti's men, but Richard kept his modified Enfield M1917 trained on them none-the-less. The side of his mouth twitched involuntarily as he considered them further. The more he saw, the more he felt that something was wrong here. His eye remained on the room's occupant though, ready to evaluate them as he spoke - something that wasn't so easy for him after the war and usually took him a moment to work up to. The voice that issued from his throat was deep, hoarse and disjointed. "Where.. is Tommy?" he asked simply. |