rpd-dropout.livejournal.comWho: Leon = Open
What: Patrol
Where: Cell Block
When: Early Afternoon
Warnings: none really.
It was his first day on this new assignment, but already he was seeing the President's perks. He was allowed to wear his own outfit, carry his own weapons, and roam as he pleased. He wore his black BDU pants and black muscle shirt, his tactical belt and strap filled with his healing kit, his beretta, his butterfly knife, his regulation pistol, his taser, and a baton. His badge sat low on his hip. He wore black military boots as well. he swept his slightly dull copper hair out of his eyes and looked around as he walked along the cells.
"So ... this is where i'm stationed. Heh. At least I won't have to deal with any more las plagas ..."
He hadn't met the warden or the chief of guard yet, and really wasn't looking forward to it, either. He could already hear the catcalls he was getting. But, unlike most of these guards. he wasn't one to back down. He'd been through worse than these lil punks could ever have gone through.