Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-26130256-20160114092747

Azulius Cardamom was one of those who hated relying on luck. When he and his crew prepared for a heist, they would spend weeks casing the place, and make contingencies for more or less anything that could happen. Luck was a fickle dame, and she would screw you over just as much as she helped, unless you took the steps to keep her out of things.

That being said, Lady Luck had been surprisingly generous to Azzie, or as generous as you can be after letting someone get stabbed in a major artery. When Calico left the library, she ran immediately to the nearest guard. This guard just so happened to live very close to Cardamom family territory, and was quite worried about what the Mob would do if they heard that their son died on his watch. And once the guard had summoned help and arrived to the library, one of the responders had served as a combat medic in Vale's armed forces before she became a corrections officer.

"There," she relaxed a little as she finished placing the tourniquet on the heister's arm. "The bleeding's stopped, but he needs surgery and a transfusion NOW if he's gonna live.  Somebody, get on the inmate medical records, figure out what blood type we need.  If we don't have any on stock, start looking for anyone who fits the right criteria to donate."



Meanwhile, back in D block, a handful of Faunus were gathered around a table playing poker. None of them were terribly fond of gambling, but given the rumors they had heard about what happened to Cardamom, it seemed like a fitting way to pass a few hours.

"Hey, Lyko!" the wolf Faunus from earlier called once the husky was back. "How much do you want for that empty bunk in your cell?"