It was supposed to be a collaboration between two Prime Assets, one that Easterman said to the Sargeant that he may get along with them considering their both cut from the same cloth. Two sides of the same fucked up coin, is how the Doctor put it during one of those therapy sessions between him and Coyle.
The reason had been that there had been quite a few reagents who were unworthy of passing their trials, those who let others do everything while they did next to nothing. Yet they never went solo, always in a groups with other more competent people. That's why this other Prime was being introduced to him.
Yet... there was a problem. Despite how long the trial had been going on, he would have yet to see this other Prime. But, a few of the reagents have ended up dead without Coyles baton being involved, so they... or rather she, was here. Yup, it was a woman, a rather young one at that by the looks of her.
Lucia had been nothing but a ghost this entire trial, sneaking around and taking out the reagents she's managed to snag. She was brutally efficient too as blood sprayed from the reagents neck, a reagent who had one arm expertly cut off like a peice of meat. When she stood up, she would smoothing out the stained baby blue swing dress she was wearing, the thin black leather belt strapped around her waist reflecting the light somewhat.
A hum from her as she looked over her right shoulder at him, black hair shifting and amber eyes that are startlingly orange in color would stare at him for a moment before her brows furrowed.
"Tch, a cop. Of fuckin course it's a damn cop."
She said with a scoff, a southern drawl in her voice which was the exact same as his, actually. She couldn't be that old, really. Late teens, very early twenties at most. Not to mention she wasn't too tall, about 5'6.
-đ, I've been lurking for a bit and I'm so glad to know that ocs are welcome for rps. My Outlast (bloodied-amber) blog is a side blog, so I'll send in asks on anon and respond from there via religious if that's okay. I love your version of Coyle btw. I will likely put lore in during the rp if that's all right?
âĄď¸ . . . @bloodied-amber
Coyle was slowly but surely going to pop a vein soon if another diced corpse showed up instead of the dastardly woman. It was always the damn bitches. Prime Time is bad enough as is, and now he's put in here for some special collaboration? Just shoot him. He was always a step behind his mysterious âpartnerâ. All he's done was walk around the damn place.
"FUCK!" The cop couldn't help but curse in frustration. He's going to rip every last one of these shits apart then some. His little tantrum must've finally drawn the attention of the other Prime Asset, prompting him to look up.
Deep orange. It reminded him of raging fires, the kind that would swallow forests in a blink of an eye, or raze acres of crop to nothing but black ash. It irked him more than anything really, because that was one ugly look in her eyes for a woman. Wild and untamed. Very unbefitting for a petite lady.
The first words out of her mouth served to only worsen his already degrading opinion of her, though he'll give her redemption points for her accent.
"Wha's that now young lady? Better wash yer filthy mouth out, that ain' no way t'be talkin' to an officer."
It crossed his mind briefly to state that she was encroaching too much on his turf, but then it'd make him look like a certain whiny baby. Instead, he opted to give her a disapproving lookover, wondering just what in the devil's arsehole was Easterman thinking.
