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capencowl20202020-01-26 09:59 pm
rutilance) wrote in capencowl20202020-01-26 09:59 pm
Catch-all For Haru
WHO: Haru + Open to All.
WHERE: The City.
WHEN: Over the course of the event.
WHAT: Jaded 22 year old government enforcer interacts with the world around her, spars with fellow enforcer(s), gets kidnapped near the end.
WARNINGS: Kidnapping, daily life of a government enforcer, propaganda belief, likely violence, more to be added in subject lines.
Training
a. Haru had come to be known among her peers for a decent number of skills. She was great at following orders, kept an eye on her teammates on the field, adapted very well in a fight going south, and was quite good at things that required stealth. She'd even shown a potential for leadership when the comms went down and the commander of the group she was in had been incapacitated. What she was most well known for, however, was the fact that she always gave everything her all, even when it could harm her. This included training.
From the range to the obstacle courses, Haru prided herself on doing whatever task was laid before her. She was goal oriented, and everyone knew it.
Sometimes this kicked her in the ass, though, and she found herself needing to take some time off, or, rather, needed someone to tell her to take time off.
b. Sparring was a blast. Whether she was matched up against someone equal to her, or greater than her, she always learned something new. She always got a decent fight. And most importantly, she always came out with a few bruises and bumps that left her feeling satisfied, like she'd given it her all and actually experienced a challenge.
Today she was hoping for similar results. She looked up at her opponent, grinning. "You about ready over there?"
On The Job
Some days there were raids, other days she was set to being backup for others. But tonight, well, she was on a patrol with only a few others. They'd been told this part of the city was showing more signs of smuggling as of late, to say nothing of suspicious figures who had only shown up after the porter came on.
Tonight she's on point. She is about to turn a corner she clicks the comm system between her and the other member of her group, a signal to stop, to be on alert. After a little bit of silence, some psychic communication with the local fauna to be sure they haven't noticed anything terribly odd, she slowly turns her head to look down the alley.
Off the clock
Haru has two modes. Go big - spend the night dancing and drinking and trying to forget about the world she's in - or go home - spend the night lazing around her government housing with her partner and just getting food from some restaurant they like.
She can often be found on the dance floor - sometimes dancing with Nikolai, sometimes just dancing on her own, ignoring as people occasionally catch light of all her scarring in the dark - or by the bar nursing a drink that never leaves her sight.
Other nights, well, she just puts on some casual clothes and goes to stand in line at a restaurant she ordered takeout from, scrolling through random things on her phone.
Closed to Harry
Getting a day off during this mess was unexpected, and she wasn't going to pass up the chance to take advantage. While she hadn't been running herself ragged more than usual - that was her default state after all - she'd found the pressure build up to be tearing at her in ways she didn't like. It was, after all, harder to resist the urge to object or point out flaws when she didn't have the mental energy to do it. Sure, she'd been safe about her activities, using phones that she'd just factory reset and buy more time cards for once she'd made the posts she couldn't risk having attached to her in any way, but at the same time the fact she was doing this at all was a sign her self control was fraying more than she should ever have allowed.
And that, in short, was why she decided to go to the park. Sitting on a park bench near a wooded area allowed her to just commune with the animals, to slip out of herself and instead focus on the birds and the dogs, the stray cats, the raccoons causing small chaos. She simply closed her eyes, tilted her head skyward, and took it all in.
It was in this state that she left herself mostly vulnerable - a few dogs near by kept an eye out for anyone approaching her at her request, but aside from that she had no real immediate protections.
Wildcard
[ Feel free to post a wildcard, or suggest one over on GreyWays on plurk. ]
WHERE: The City.
WHEN: Over the course of the event.
WHAT: Jaded 22 year old government enforcer interacts with the world around her, spars with fellow enforcer(s), gets kidnapped near the end.
WARNINGS: Kidnapping, daily life of a government enforcer, propaganda belief, likely violence, more to be added in subject lines.
Training
a. Haru had come to be known among her peers for a decent number of skills. She was great at following orders, kept an eye on her teammates on the field, adapted very well in a fight going south, and was quite good at things that required stealth. She'd even shown a potential for leadership when the comms went down and the commander of the group she was in had been incapacitated. What she was most well known for, however, was the fact that she always gave everything her all, even when it could harm her. This included training.
From the range to the obstacle courses, Haru prided herself on doing whatever task was laid before her. She was goal oriented, and everyone knew it.
Sometimes this kicked her in the ass, though, and she found herself needing to take some time off, or, rather, needed someone to tell her to take time off.
b. Sparring was a blast. Whether she was matched up against someone equal to her, or greater than her, she always learned something new. She always got a decent fight. And most importantly, she always came out with a few bruises and bumps that left her feeling satisfied, like she'd given it her all and actually experienced a challenge.
Today she was hoping for similar results. She looked up at her opponent, grinning. "You about ready over there?"
On The Job
Some days there were raids, other days she was set to being backup for others. But tonight, well, she was on a patrol with only a few others. They'd been told this part of the city was showing more signs of smuggling as of late, to say nothing of suspicious figures who had only shown up after the porter came on.
Tonight she's on point. She is about to turn a corner she clicks the comm system between her and the other member of her group, a signal to stop, to be on alert. After a little bit of silence, some psychic communication with the local fauna to be sure they haven't noticed anything terribly odd, she slowly turns her head to look down the alley.
Off the clock
Haru has two modes. Go big - spend the night dancing and drinking and trying to forget about the world she's in - or go home - spend the night lazing around her government housing with her partner and just getting food from some restaurant they like.
She can often be found on the dance floor - sometimes dancing with Nikolai, sometimes just dancing on her own, ignoring as people occasionally catch light of all her scarring in the dark - or by the bar nursing a drink that never leaves her sight.
Other nights, well, she just puts on some casual clothes and goes to stand in line at a restaurant she ordered takeout from, scrolling through random things on her phone.
Closed to Harry
Getting a day off during this mess was unexpected, and she wasn't going to pass up the chance to take advantage. While she hadn't been running herself ragged more than usual - that was her default state after all - she'd found the pressure build up to be tearing at her in ways she didn't like. It was, after all, harder to resist the urge to object or point out flaws when she didn't have the mental energy to do it. Sure, she'd been safe about her activities, using phones that she'd just factory reset and buy more time cards for once she'd made the posts she couldn't risk having attached to her in any way, but at the same time the fact she was doing this at all was a sign her self control was fraying more than she should ever have allowed.
And that, in short, was why she decided to go to the park. Sitting on a park bench near a wooded area allowed her to just commune with the animals, to slip out of herself and instead focus on the birds and the dogs, the stray cats, the raccoons causing small chaos. She simply closed her eyes, tilted her head skyward, and took it all in.
It was in this state that she left herself mostly vulnerable - a few dogs near by kept an eye out for anyone approaching her at her request, but aside from that she had no real immediate protections.
Wildcard
[ Feel free to post a wildcard, or suggest one over on GreyWays on plurk. ]
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"Shit," he curses, looking at it, before looking at Haru. "Thanks for the assist."
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She knew his blood was special. She knew it was dangerous, but goodness did she not have any idea how to handle it. The fact of the matter was that if he'd been wounded on the job while she was around, they'd had commanders that saw to all of that. This was supposed to be a routine patrol, and honestly still qualified as one, but their captain hadn't been particularly interested in using them effectively so she doubted he'd be much more knowledgable than she was on this matter.
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And he pulls off his uniform jacket, wadding it up and pressing it against the wound.
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"Would a freezer bag work?"
She always had trail mix on her on the field, something that had come in handy a few times in the past. She had to keep it in something.
"Does your blood clot when pressure is applied?"
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Technically it would clot regardless, but it certainly helps to apply pressure.