Round Two: FIGHT

[glasgow_smile]

Isolation Wing, last medicine run of the night; the latest run, the fewest stops. The med cart, manned by two large male orderlies, makes its way down the hall. It pauses only at the cells of the patients who are restrained and therefore, presumably, require no armed cover or extra bodies. A cell opens, one man goes inside, the other waits in the

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[vivian_red]

People are getting out? Vivian wants out. He presses his face to the little window trying to peer around corners. It works just as well as it never ever did before.
He sees John walk past him though.

"Hey! Let me out. I want out."
His forehead thunks against the thick plastic.
"Plleeeease? With a cherry on top. And.. some apples. And sugar. And just open the door, John."
He sneers at this Englishman who isn't going fast enough.
"Quick. Like a bunny."

[laughing_magus]

John hates Vivian. He hates him for scaring him and for robbing him of the tiny bit of sleep he used to be able to get. Hates him. He wants to leave Vivian here. He wants the asylum to burn down with the man inside. However, that would make him the killer people already think he is. It would also contradict the 'instructions' the Joker has given him. He's never been big on authority, but he doesn't know if the madman will just kill him if he makes a point of skipping someone. Damn it.

He stares in the small window a second, then unlocks the door.
"Make a move agains' me, sunshine, and I'll tear yer balls off. Now go on. Scarper!"

[vivian_red]

Vivian probably had no reason doubt he'd be set free. Not because Joker willed it so, but because he's off his fucking nut enough that he sort of takes things as they go. Even these things. He stands in the open door looking at John and not really taking any stock in the threat. He's considering violence.

Instead he pushes John out of the way. Red hair in a blur straight for... the open door of John's cell. Yay! Finally.

[laughing_magus]

Ready for attack, John lets out a slight sigh of relief when Vivian just strides right past him. He tilts his head in confusion when the redhead wanders into his own awful cell.

"What in buggery are you doing? Hell with it. I don't want t'know."
He waves Vivian off, not interested in this madness. He has more important things to worry about, like finding a pack of smokes and getting a change of clothes.

[vivian_red]

Vivian is after that little toy laptop John had that was so important. Since his first day he's been haunting the man for it. Now it's clutched tightly in his arms.
He then runs back out fully intending to find his way out of this place... right after he finds a gun. One must have priorities if one is to get by in this crazy world.

[laughing_magus]

That was it? The laptop? That stupid kiddie toy? John just stares for a moment, then moves on.
"Hope y'choke on it."