
Patrick Kemp
@_bloodbane
Beasts should be put in cages. Infections should be cauterized. // {RP 18+} #FreezeFrame #BeingHuman #BPRP
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--toward the motorcar, and the vampires on the ground* Marcus! *hard, boney fingers -- Richard Kemp Finn Connel Lauren Connel

--gripping his headset, he froze, unable to take his eyes from the screen* Do you hear me?-- Richard Kemp Finn Connel Lauren Connel

--Answer me! Marcus! I said No! Do not shoot! *jolting at the echoing repeat of a single --Richard Kemp Finn Connel Lauren Connel

--gunshot in his ear, he blinked as though stricken, and reached to the screen image. -- Richard Kemp Finn Connel Lauren Connel

--Wanting to pluck the lone human figure from the scene, to keep him well, to keep him-- Richard Kemp Finn Connel Lauren Connel

-- safe... to keep him* No… *dropping heavily to his chair, he watched the human on screen-- Richard Kemp Finn Connel Lauren Connel

--slump forward, his body posture clear. His final act had been to protect the monsters* -- Richard Kemp Finn Connel Lauren Connel

--*swallowing thickly, his voice cracking as the screen went black, he sank back into -- Richard Kemp Finn Connel Lauren Connel

--the soft leather* Richard… My son… Richard Kemp Finn Connel Lauren Connel


*blinking as the monitor screen fipped to a field of black and white static, he straightened-- Jack Randall

-- in his chair, numb in his grief, but hoping against hope-... "You're next, Kemp." *his hand jerking back from the-- Jack Randall

--console as John Mitchell's words spat from the desk-mounted speaker* *cocking an ear, he flicked -- Jack Randall

--the radio button, leaning to the microphone* Who's speaking? *a beat* Is Marcus dead, then? -- Jack Randall

--What about Richard, my so-... *gasping as the room filled with earsplitting static, he reached a shaking -- Jack Randall

--hand to the radio, slowly lowering the volume* *keeping his back turned to Jack Randall, he spoke to him over his shoulder, --

--his voice a low, steady rumble* It seems 'Finn' and 'Mitchell have friends in Scotland. -- Jack Randall

--*a beat* They'll be heavily fortified, no doubt. I expect I have my work cut out for me. -- Jack Randall

--*a beat* Mr. Randal? Would you like a job? Jack Randall
