Who: Dimitri, Rose, and Dawn What: Defending his post and being stubborn When: Buffypocalypse Where: Watchtower 3 then the infirmary Warnings: Shooting, etc.
It was a good half hour before his shift began for sentry duty, but Dimitri was known for arriving to his post early. Dawn had been in the tower for most of the afternoon and he thought she may have wanted a break. Either she could leave the post early or he wouldn't mind sitting in the tower with her for a while. He wasn't always much for talking, but he did think it was a good idea to get to know those he served with. He'd always held that practice at the academy in Russia he'd attended for his schooling. The dhampirs would be working together to defend the Moroi against any Strigoi, so it was better to trust the fellow guardians right?
She didn't seem surprised to see him arrive early and it didn't appear to be unwelcome. Dimitri set up some of his gear and made note of a few of the surroundings and used the binoculars to see who had been stationed in the other two watchtowers. Allison and Nate. He and Dawn conversed for a little while before it seemed she was packing up her things and getting ready to head back down the ladder.
"Dinner was very good tonight if that's where you're headed." Dimitri ate just about anything, but he grew up on his mother's and sisters' cooking. Not to mention his grandmother's. The cooks in the kitchen didn't have a lot to work with these days, but they seemed to make the most of what they could.
Before she was able to respond, Dimitri heard the sound of a gun clicking and then bullets began to fly at them. Ducking down, he pulled Dawn down with him as they both grabbed their own guns to return fire. He peeked his head out above the wall and caught sight of the shooter.
"It's girl, she's alone. If we can just.." Suddenly there was a sharp pain in his right shoulder and he stumbled backwards. His arm throbbed with pain and he knew that he'd been shot, but Dimitri didn't care. He simply picked up his gun again and nodded to Dawn.
"I'm okay. My healing with kick in soon." Not as quickly as he'd like, but it would... eventually. He propped up the gun again and took his aim.