6th Tactic [backdated to the 4th]
[847 Goldberg Street]
[Waking up with the last things on one's mind before dying still lingering isn't pleasant, as most of Mayfield may already know. This, however, is Caesar's first time of in doing so. The wind getting knocked out of him as something hit him, something small, something painful; some distant yelling, someone familiar; the taste of blood. He couldn't breathe. All he got was blood and air, though more of the former as he struggled against... so much of it...
This is the morning that Caesar wakes up not with a scream, but with that taste of iron still in the back of his throat. It isn't yelling that will wake up the house. It's him falling out of bed noisily and immediately being very ill in the nearby wastebasket.
Yeah, so. Not a good morning. Not a good morning at all.]
[Phone; no filters]
What did I miss?
[His voice sounds shaky, but that should pass.]
Bunker Street, I'd better be hearing from you.
[And after the phone call is handled, Caesar will be spending the rest of his day sulking around under the tree in their backyard. He's lounging against the base of the trunk, almost out of sight of the sidewalk. He doesn't really want to go anywhere else today and he's had enough of hiding indoors, thanks.]
[Waking up with the last things on one's mind before dying still lingering isn't pleasant, as most of Mayfield may already know. This, however, is Caesar's first time of in doing so. The wind getting knocked out of him as something hit him, something small, something painful; some distant yelling, someone familiar; the taste of blood. He couldn't breathe. All he got was blood and air, though more of the former as he struggled against... so much of it...
This is the morning that Caesar wakes up not with a scream, but with that taste of iron still in the back of his throat. It isn't yelling that will wake up the house. It's him falling out of bed noisily and immediately being very ill in the nearby wastebasket.
Yeah, so. Not a good morning. Not a good morning at all.]
[Phone; no filters]
What did I miss?
[His voice sounds shaky, but that should pass.]
Bunker Street, I'd better be hearing from you.
[And after the phone call is handled, Caesar will be spending the rest of his day sulking around under the tree in their backyard. He's lounging against the base of the trunk, almost out of sight of the sidewalk. He doesn't really want to go anywhere else today and he's had enough of hiding indoors, thanks.]