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(scott mccall) yells about protection ([personal profile] snuggies) wrote in [community profile] overjoyed_logs 2016-12-13 11:07 am (UTC)

riza

[ It doesn't sit right with him. The people of Old Town are stretched and tired for the most part; they work and they work, with no hopes of lavish vacations or rewards, and they make the best of their everyday, feeling bitter only when they remember the promises echoed in the Accords. And Scott hates seeing those prisoners, tied in the streets, each drop of poison rain chipping away at their already disfigured flesh, he—

He's warmed a little, at the sympathy he sees around him--the anger, and the longing to be able to act.

But no one's going to risk their necks for a criminal. Not Scott, who doesn't have much hope or motivation, and contents himself with his day to day.

Not until the shouts of a girl go from reaching only sensitive werewolf ears to reaching normal human volume, and he jerks. ]


I need a minute. [ He's outside now, a jacket pulled over his scrubs from the clinic, hood up to shield him from the rain though some of the rain still manages to sear his skin. (And it wears at his jacket anyway.)

The woman he's talking to is just shorter than him, looking stern and unmoving as any other Enforcer, but Scott doesn't regret his decision in the slightest, just as firm in his stance though he doesn't move forward aggressively enough to appear imposing. ]


With this woman. [ The prisoner. ]

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