Cobalt growled in anger as he dragged the struggling smuggler along the floor behind him. He'd been getting some choice looks on his way to the department in the lift but he was happy enough to endure them if it meant getting the lingering feeling of this lowly wretch off of his skin. But the slippery customer had charmed his clothes to be resistant to detainment magics.
Hence why Cobalt gripping his collar and bodily dragging him to the department.
And why the smuggler looked like he'd been tackled into the side of a building - he had been.
And also explained how the tussle that broke Cobalt's lip had started.
"Please!" the smuggler babbled, "Yer go' it all wrong! I ain' don' nathin' to no one I ain'!"
In one of his more charitable moods Cobalt might have been inclined to not drag him over quite so many obstacles like dustbins and papertacks... but he wasn't in a good mood. This was the first time he had set foot in his new work place, that was why. And while dragging a criminal behind him was a good first impression, the fact that the little bugger had managed to get a hit in (and the result was seen by all) meant he was likely going to have to do a lot of damage control.
Opening one of the holding cells in the department, he tossed the cockney smuggler in and locked it with a flick of his wand. Cobalt smirked slightly,
"Come off it Rats. Everyone knows you're a crook." he smirked, "Even me remember? You were terrible at making off with the equipment even in the company, you've gotten worse in fact."
He tutted before turning back to the office at large. Seeing that he had at least some of their attention, he nodded slightly and made a theatrical half-bow,
"Not even on the clock yet and already dragging in the trash!" he straightened before plopping himself down at a desk that looked unclaimed, "Dibs."
by Julius 'Cobalt' Smith Fri Nov 21, 2014 10:20 pm
