[wb] Who: Jamila Denial + Joelle Cretti + Anyone! What: Patrolling the grounds after the arson. When: Around 10:00PM of Wednesday, October 23 Where: Around the grounds. Bring an umbrella! Rating: tbd. Status: Ongoing.
The moment she heard the shift of grasses and what was unmistakably shoes, she didn't let the sound go. Jamila was on the chase faster than a hunting dog and and she kept her path steady, her eyes locked against the billowing jacket of the runner as she pushed herself faster, all the while keeping her breathing controlled.
Whoever he -- his footsteps were too heavy for a woman -- was, he was obviously not meant for some clandestine mission as she was catching up to him much too easily. It was not long after until she would be launching herself upon his back and with a solid grunt shield by his shriek, they went down to the damp grasses in unison. Momentum forced Jamila to roll one more time before they stopped with her still on top of him.
Jamila grabbed him by the hair and tilted his head up -- to which he yelped. She had a flashlight with her, and with one click, she cast the beam of it against the younger man's face, forcing the man to whimper and turn away. One look was all she needed to know who he was. "Didn't you hear about the memo about the curfew?" she demanded sharply.
"I'm sorry!" he wailed, straining against his captured locks. "I promise, I was on my way to my dorm, I was!! I was just on my way back from the RC--"
"Whatever your reason is," Jamila said as she began to rise from him, "I don't want to hear it." She was snarling as she captured him by the back of his collar and hoisted him up -- which was no easy feat, he was a head taller than she was. As soon as he was on his feet, dusting his jacket, Jamila shoved him forward, her light held like a gun and they started walking.
She deposited him in the SDA, making sure to tell him, "We're not doing this to terrorize you, we're serious about your safety. If something happens to you, you have no idea what sort of nightmares that's going to give us!" And didn't leave until he had disappeared through the lifts. The receptionist was watching them, and she nodded to him with a brief smile as she tapped his head. I'll keep an eye on them, his voice rang to hers. Some accident in the past, some experiment or something, had stolen him his tongue. Jamila turned and walked away.
She was back in the grounds before long, casting her light this ways and that, keeping her steps quiet and her breathing secret. Her ears and eyes strained for anything at all that moved. At such a time, it was difficult to take chances.
Something snapped in Jamila's ears and she whipped around, smooth as a machine. "Who's there?!" she demanded to the end of her light.