A. Pickup: cw: gunshot wounds, blood, violence, violent death [It was bound to happen eventually.
He knew it was only a matter of time, the danger he put himself in. And he was at peace with the fact that he'd very likely die protecting them. A part of him is glad that they didn't have to see it, that they don't see him fall.
But a part of him wishes that he could say goodbye one last time. That he could see them one last time.
He tackles the man and they go down, no less than six bullets fired directly in his chest. He doesn't have to see it to know they ripped through his heart and lungs, shredding them. Even if an ambulance got here in time there was no way they could save him.
With his last breath he knocks the guy out, knowing that once medical help got here they'd get him. With his last breath he meted out one last bit of justice. He stills as his strength leaves him, finally, his breath slowing, the terrible pain finally leaving him for good.
He's going to miss them all so much.]
B. Pairing:
[It's bad enough he's here. He's just ready to put his head down, do his time, and peace out. It's so much worse that he has to deal with...
...with this. With them.
He doesn't say much after the announcement. He just stares, his eyes wide, glaring, maybe hoping to scare them off with a single look so that they'd just leave him alone and mind their own business.
It sounds an awful lot like growling when you get close to him.]
C. Truth Bomb:
[It's like they're doing this specifically to make him suffer. He's still not entirely sure they're not.]
I want you to leave me alone.
[There. That's the truth, too.]
D. Networking:
[Despite his grumpy demeanor, it's easier to get information if you're friendly. And, he's pretty damn good at grifting. It's really easy to pretend you were the Nice Young Man from That Little Town.
Plus, this was the surest way to draw out Hardison if he was here.]
un: Spencer
I haven't been here that long, so I'm a little lost on how all of this works. I'm not the greatest with phones or computers, so if you don't mind lending a hand, I'd sure appreciate it.
Eliot Spencer | Leverage
[It was bound to happen eventually.
He knew it was only a matter of time, the danger he put himself in. And he was at peace with the fact that he'd very likely die protecting them. A part of him is glad that they didn't have to see it, that they don't see him fall.
But a part of him wishes that he could say goodbye one last time. That he could see them one last time.
He tackles the man and they go down, no less than six bullets fired directly in his chest. He doesn't have to see it to know they ripped through his heart and lungs, shredding them. Even if an ambulance got here in time there was no way they could save him.
With his last breath he knocks the guy out, knowing that once medical help got here they'd get him. With his last breath he meted out one last bit of justice. He stills as his strength leaves him, finally, his breath slowing, the terrible pain finally leaving him for good.
He's going to miss them all so much.]
B. Pairing:
[It's bad enough he's here. He's just ready to put his head down, do his time, and peace out. It's so much worse that he has to deal with...
...with this. With them.
He doesn't say much after the announcement. He just stares, his eyes wide, glaring, maybe hoping to scare them off with a single look so that they'd just leave him alone and mind their own business.
It sounds an awful lot like growling when you get close to him.]
C. Truth Bomb:
[It's like they're doing this specifically to make him suffer. He's still not entirely sure they're not.]
I want you to leave me alone.
[There. That's the truth, too.]
D. Networking:
[Despite his grumpy demeanor, it's easier to get information if you're friendly. And, he's pretty damn good at grifting. It's really easy to pretend you were the Nice Young Man from That Little Town.
Plus, this was the surest way to draw out Hardison if he was here.]
un: Spencer
I haven't been here that long, so I'm a little lost on how all of this works. I'm not the greatest with phones or computers, so if you don't mind lending a hand, I'd sure appreciate it.
D. Wildcard:
Anything goes!