02-07-2019, 08:05 PM
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 Something was up. That should’ve been obvious to anyone as hayley strode into the cafeteria- as jackson followed behind her with a look of worry that only came from a partner terrified of their fireball girlfriend. He’d heard about the meeting, though never had he truly understood the severity of the situation. However, when it came to murder, he supposed that warranted for such a response.
In his mind, he instantly wanted to blame himself. Death seemed to follow him wherever he went. Sure, it couldn't have possibly been his fault, he hadn’t been anywhere near the death, the murder-- but it was all in his head, a prison that he couldn’t escape. Though, this time around, it seemed like he could at least try and help prevent more deaths. Working the post seemed like a great idea, and something that’d be right up his alley.
“i can be the first posted on the roof,†he offered, locking eyes with that fiery, determined mama-bear gaze of hayley’s and giving a nod of his head. He hadn’t really done anything to prove himself, yet- might as well try and start somewhere by being posted on the roof. He was sure that on most days it wouldn’t be an eventful shift, but he had always either spent his days patching people up or spent them aiming a gun and shooting-- this couldn’t be the worst job.
//hello mick + shotgun pls
 Something was up. That should’ve been obvious to anyone as hayley strode into the cafeteria- as jackson followed behind her with a look of worry that only came from a partner terrified of their fireball girlfriend. He’d heard about the meeting, though never had he truly understood the severity of the situation. However, when it came to murder, he supposed that warranted for such a response.
In his mind, he instantly wanted to blame himself. Death seemed to follow him wherever he went. Sure, it couldn't have possibly been his fault, he hadn’t been anywhere near the death, the murder-- but it was all in his head, a prison that he couldn’t escape. Though, this time around, it seemed like he could at least try and help prevent more deaths. Working the post seemed like a great idea, and something that’d be right up his alley.
“i can be the first posted on the roof,†he offered, locking eyes with that fiery, determined mama-bear gaze of hayley’s and giving a nod of his head. He hadn’t really done anything to prove himself, yet- might as well try and start somewhere by being posted on the roof. He was sure that on most days it wouldn’t be an eventful shift, but he had always either spent his days patching people up or spent them aiming a gun and shooting-- this couldn’t be the worst job.
//hello mick + shotgun pls