07-18-2018, 06:21 PM
He was injured. It was a pain in the ass. He knew that he shouldn't had faith that his former friend was actually his friend after what Carolina had ended up telling him. Washington believed that there was a chance that Maine was actually still in there but it seemed like he had been wrong and paid the consequences. His left arm was broken and out of use, and he had received several other different wounds in the process. Carolina was worse off than him though, as her ribs were broken as well as her jaw. Washington had been trying to keep an eye on her, but trying to track down someone that walked a little bit faster than him wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do. Washington was still struggling with trying to figure out how to walk on three legs when he could barely walk on four correctly. His left arm in a splint and he was forced to have it up into the air so that it didn't touch the ground so that there was no pressure put on said leg. Having being beaten in a fight had been harsh for Washington, but he knew that it was worse with Carolina. Church was gone and they were going to have to deal with the consequences of such. Why his former friend would take a simulation trooper Washington isn't exactly sure.
This meant that just like Carolina, Washington wasn't exactly in the best of moods either. It was slow going, and each move jostled his broken leg. With the weight that he constantly had on his back, it meant that he could barely keep up the weight without it actually hurting him in the process. Washington approached after Carolina did, and turned to look at those that were questioning her about her name. "Because that's our name. That's all there is to it. We don't have any other names." Washington seemed to say sternly to the both of them. Why did it matter? It was no inconvience to the either of them. The lion-sized smilodon turned to look at the one that Carolina was talking to. It was a domestic cat. Washington shifted his position so that he could easily stand without topling over. No one could see the expression that was behind his helmet, but it obviously wasn't something that would be nice to see either. One of the pros of having a helmet in the first place compared to Carolina who had no armor. "Agent Washington." The Freelancer introduced himself before turning to look toward Carolina. Lowering his head slightly because he could already see by her stance that she wasn't exactly pain free either. "You should be resting." Washington would state toward Carolina, and it almost sounded like he was scolding her. He should be resting to, but his injuries weren't as severe as her own.
The Freelancer takes notice of Imperia saying the same thing to Carolina. His coworker probably didn't like it, but if she lashed out Washington couldn't care too much about it all. He had been yelled at before eand he could take care of Carolina if she got into one of her heated moments. He looked over toward Imperia because he knew for a fact that she was probably going to say the same thing for him. At least he could move without the potential of breaking another rib in the process though. He offered Imperia a small nod of his head in greeting, before shifting his position again. Raising the arm that was in the splint a little bit higher. The bandanges that were on his body dotted with blood from where the enemy had attacked him with its claws. Uncomfortable, but he felt worse. At least in oneof these times he wasn't close to losing his arm. "speech"
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