[ooc| FIGHTIN' DREAMERS. [tashi+smoker]
Who: Tashigi and Smoker (And whoever else asks to join?)
When: After Zenigata's and Tashigi's Shopping trip, which was rudely interupted as you can see here
Where: uhh, around the town.
Rating: PG-13 at most.
Her breath caught in her throat as she turned a corner, her heart hammering in her chest, threatening her to take a breath or said organ would rip out of her rib cage. Eyebrows furrowed, though eyes were alert as she stopped for a breath, eyebrows drawn tight as she peeked around the corner, only allowing herself another breath before she was moving again. They were being careless, she noted, just trying to run away from her and she was decidedly going to follow them until she couldn't do it anymore.
She could feel the pain ebbing at her sides from another one of the bullets that were shot at them. Guilt rising in her throat as she realized that she had let someone take a bullet meant for her, that she couldn't protect them, like they could protect her. Eyes narrowed as she moved forwards a few steps, watching for any tell-tale signs that they were slowing. She didn't want to let Zenigata's saving move allow to go unrewarded. Some sort of swift justice would be dealt towards the men, and she wouldn't stop until it was done.
When: After Zenigata's and Tashigi's Shopping trip, which was rudely interupted as you can see here
Where: uhh, around the town.
Rating: PG-13 at most.
Her breath caught in her throat as she turned a corner, her heart hammering in her chest, threatening her to take a breath or said organ would rip out of her rib cage. Eyebrows furrowed, though eyes were alert as she stopped for a breath, eyebrows drawn tight as she peeked around the corner, only allowing herself another breath before she was moving again. They were being careless, she noted, just trying to run away from her and she was decidedly going to follow them until she couldn't do it anymore.
She could feel the pain ebbing at her sides from another one of the bullets that were shot at them. Guilt rising in her throat as she realized that she had let someone take a bullet meant for her, that she couldn't protect them, like they could protect her. Eyes narrowed as she moved forwards a few steps, watching for any tell-tale signs that they were slowing. She didn't want to let Zenigata's saving move allow to go unrewarded. Some sort of swift justice would be dealt towards the men, and she wouldn't stop until it was done.