#dash: casey

[itsloganwoods]

renegades || asshole squad

“So,” Logan prompted with a push of his lean body off the brick building’s exterior, barely lit cigarette dangling precariously between agile fingers. “Gwen, in all of her infinite wisdom and lunacy, has rightfully pointed out that there’s a cop shop within walking distance. How’s everybody feel about a little B&E? Granted, I never thought I’d be bustin’ into jail, but that’s apocalyptic irony for ya.”

[itsloganwoods]

@mr-casey

“Look, unless you’ve got a pack of smokes in your pocket or a bottle of something worth my while, I’m finding you just about as useless as that sack of garbage over there.”

[gwenbaudouin-blog]

@mr-casey

The sun had begun to set on yet another day within the confines of the hospital as people milled about in the common area and various wings. The rules in this new shelter were more slack, with eating and scavenging becoming occurrences best done on a whim. Runners and councils no longer existed within their current predicament, so there was no one to keep Gwen from carrying her blade against her waist. Always prepared for the worst, especially now that her focus no longer primarily centered on her own survival. She entered the main gathering room only to discover someone vaguely familiar occupying the space, his frame telling of a man she met barely a handful of times prior. Her body froze momentarily in anticipation, unsure of whether he had spotted her as well or if he had even been aware that she essentially left him for dead in the bombings.