dublinbrogue: (☚ › She's putting up her hair)
𝐃𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 ([personal profile] dublinbrogue) wrote in [personal profile] brushpass 2023-01-27 08:25 pm (UTC)

[ Doyle knew he had to play his hand right, the last thing in the world he needed right now was more enemies. He already knew how he'd play it once he was released, but for now. He had to make it look good.

As the surrounding engines died, and smoke filled the area. Some other low lives started to panic, talk of probation and dying filled the air as visibility dropped. Some tried to bolt anyway, which would either knock others down or get them caught earlier by Natasha's people.

As soon as she spoke up he looked up, not that he could see her through the smoke. His leather sleeve covering his mouth as he coughed. His brachen side was always far too sensitive to heavy scents. Even without switching forms, he was still sensitive. ]


I shouldn't'a trusted him, we're fucked, bud. [ He grumbled out between two heavy coughs, as the guy next to him bolted, knocking into him, and sending the Irishman to the ground. Chaos broke out, as to be expected, but it wouldn't take long to subdue and cart them all away. The first in command had even lifted his hands, knowing far too well who had him. Some rather colorful language coming from him.

Doyle was picked up with the rest, he didn't resist as he knew what was up, but he still made sure to look concerned and a bit panicked. Easy to do when he was pale and still randomly coughing. ]

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