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Telfair
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In front of the man was quite the scene, a girl being dragged to her prison surrounded in water. Honestly, he could not blame her, it took quite a bit of effort to not freak out himself... He was a strong man, and stronger still with the Vigor still pumping in his veins, if he really wanted to he could have killed the guards and tried to escape... Though what would that get him? He could not go on a killing rampage to try and escape, these men were just doing their job, and unlike most here were innocent.
"Stand up! I said stand up!" One of the guards just about had enough of the woman's whining and complaining, he rose his night stick ready to slam it against her skull... In the very least they could drag her without the noise. Before being able to make contact with her head Celio stepped in between them pushing the guard back with surprising force. He wasn't the most bulky of men, but he was still strong. The guard reeled backward nearly losing balance before slamming a foot to the ground to regain it. "She'll move, don't need to hit her." His bronx accent shined through in some words as he spoke. Taken back by the man's speed and strength a guard rushed in and cracked his night stick across Celio's head causing the man to fall to the ground. The other guards then proceeded in ruthlessly beating the prisoner with their sticks before one ultimately called out. "Stop!... He'll get plenty of that in Challenger." Blood spilled from Celio's nose before he was forcefully picked up and shoved forward to get into the elevator. It hurt, but the pain dulled over the time, likely due to the Vigor. Steel blue eyes turned to the side to look towards the girl.
"...Name's Celio, I'll keep ya safe in there alright? So relax a bit will ya." He muttered lowly turning his focus forward once more.
"Stand up! I said stand up!" One of the guards just about had enough of the woman's whining and complaining, he rose his night stick ready to slam it against her skull... In the very least they could drag her without the noise. Before being able to make contact with her head Celio stepped in between them pushing the guard back with surprising force. He wasn't the most bulky of men, but he was still strong. The guard reeled backward nearly losing balance before slamming a foot to the ground to regain it. "She'll move, don't need to hit her." His bronx accent shined through in some words as he spoke. Taken back by the man's speed and strength a guard rushed in and cracked his night stick across Celio's head causing the man to fall to the ground. The other guards then proceeded in ruthlessly beating the prisoner with their sticks before one ultimately called out. "Stop!... He'll get plenty of that in Challenger." Blood spilled from Celio's nose before he was forcefully picked up and shoved forward to get into the elevator. It hurt, but the pain dulled over the time, likely due to the Vigor. Steel blue eyes turned to the side to look towards the girl.
"...Name's Celio, I'll keep ya safe in there alright? So relax a bit will ya." He muttered lowly turning his focus forward once more.