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tramitem_log2020-09-28 03:59 pm
hoponpop) wrote in tramitem_log2020-09-28 03:59 pm
[closed] And now the end is near...
Who: Jim Hopper and Bitterblue Monsea
What: Failing hard at fighting
When: Right now
Where: Near the Bureau, but not close enough
Warnings: Character death
Hopper's been running as fast as he can to get out of the way of these stupid robots, but they seem to be everywhere, and all of them are armed. He ducks into alleys to avoid getting shot, emerges and makes his way into doorways or window wells, and continues on like that.
He doesn't have a gun here in New York, not since he turned in his badge. He wishes he'd managed to secure an illegal one, now.
After a while he stops, perks his head up. He's hearing something. What is that? Is that a voice? It sounds like a woman, not like the droids that all seem to speak in a flat monotone. It's behind him. He pauses for a good long while, then groans and starts in its direction. He doesn't want someone's death to be on his head.
What: Failing hard at fighting
When: Right now
Where: Near the Bureau, but not close enough
Warnings: Character death
Hopper's been running as fast as he can to get out of the way of these stupid robots, but they seem to be everywhere, and all of them are armed. He ducks into alleys to avoid getting shot, emerges and makes his way into doorways or window wells, and continues on like that.
He doesn't have a gun here in New York, not since he turned in his badge. He wishes he'd managed to secure an illegal one, now.
After a while he stops, perks his head up. He's hearing something. What is that? Is that a voice? It sounds like a woman, not like the droids that all seem to speak in a flat monotone. It's behind him. He pauses for a good long while, then groans and starts in its direction. He doesn't want someone's death to be on his head.