Horatio. (@bagitntagit) 's Twitter Profile
Horatio.

@bagitntagit

I feel hot and cold. Can't explain.
Way down in my soul... // {SV RP 18+} #CSIMiamiRP #AU #RERP #TSCCRP #BPRP

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{'I've done all I can, Horatio. They're evacuating us. Military team, I think. You can tell by their sense of fun... I've got us together. The team's together. We're okay. I hope you make your flight. I won't say goodbye, Horatio. Never could. Just... stay safe. - C.' --

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-- Pale blues scanning the text from home, he exhaled slowly, momentarily at a loss. How many crime scenes had he attended? How many times had he witnessed abject brutality? Man's inhumanity to Man, convincing him daily that /they/ were indeed, the most dangerous animal. --

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-- It would have been so easy to go cold in the face of it. Numb to everything in a world full of hurt and bereft of #Marisol. But he knew going it would disappoint her. So he kept true. Sliding his phone into his pocket, he pivoted towards Agent James Ellison's --

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-- office door, balanced and ready for whatever might come through it. More of the... No. A dry smile on his face, he huffed softly, stubbornly refusing to give in to the media frenzy and stick /that/ label on the sick. Zombies. The Dead, rising. Mass hysteria --

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-- over a pandemic, more likely. Though the explanation was more rational, it didn't answer the more pressing question. How in the hell was he going to get back down those stairs to his car?} {quietly} Well. When /He/ closes a door... {Turning to Agent James Ellison's --

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-- office window, he cautiously slid it open and crawled through, making his towards the fire escape and soon, the airport, praying like hell that whatever flight #Calleigh had found would wait for him before wheels up.} Agent James Ellison

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-- his teeth, he slowly turned towards the stairwell leading to the senior officers bullpen, unable to shake the feeling that he would look back on this as the moment he made the conscious decision to walk directly into some kind of new and improved Hell.} --

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{Small form materializing in a criss cross of cherry red lasers, she gazed at the city grid cameras with empty eyes, focused on the disappearing form of Horatio.} You're not allowed in there. --