03→ Escape [action/text/video]
[ Denzel's had enough of the infrimary. He's been here for about a month, and he's had it.
Every day, the nurse's have come in to check on him; taken his temperature, peer down his throat, examine his forehead. And every day they've stood outside the doorway afterwards, muttering to eachother about 'how strange it is','what should be done', and the occassion 'will he make it?'. Denzel's come to the conclusion that if he stays much longer, the nurse's will decide that they do not and can not understand the sickness that Denzel has. And when that time comes, they will most likely turn to the scientists for answers.
Though he's not one to go looking for trouble, the boy has decided he is not going to sit around in a hospital bed until he's wheeled away into a labratory for some 'special testing'. He's getting out.
Really, it wasn't as difficult as he had assumed it would be. The nurse's had come in as usual, demonstrating the same practices as any other day. Then they had left a fresh glass of water on his bedside table, and left. Denzel had pushed off the sheets of his warm, white bed as soon as the nurse's footsteps had faded and placed his feet down onto the cold floor, sending a sharp shiver up his spine. He found his clothes tucked neatly under his bed and, though he considered changing right there and then, hurried out the door with his clothes under his arm. The simple infirmary tunic would have to do until he made it back to his room.
Now, he's walking hurriedly down the hallways in his bare feet, trying to remember what floor he's on and exactly how he is supposed to get back to his room from here. He sure hopes it won't take long. Being on his feet after laying down for most hours of the day this past month is really making his head spin. More than usual.
He's tugged out his NEXUS and has typed in a quick message ]
i can't find the elevator on the first floor. help?
[ After a few more moments of speed-walking through a corridor, a thought occurs to Denzel. He switches his NEXUS to video mode (they have to see who he is), and turns on the camera. ]
And.. if anyone's seen my drawings, let me know. Thanks. [ He glances over his shoulder, then smiles weakly at the camera before shutting it off with a soft click. ]
[[ooc: sorry it's so terribly long;; anyway, feel free to go [action] and bump into him or something, or just stick to the nexus. up to you!]]
Every day, the nurse's have come in to check on him; taken his temperature, peer down his throat, examine his forehead. And every day they've stood outside the doorway afterwards, muttering to eachother about 'how strange it is','what should be done', and the occassion 'will he make it?'. Denzel's come to the conclusion that if he stays much longer, the nurse's will decide that they do not and can not understand the sickness that Denzel has. And when that time comes, they will most likely turn to the scientists for answers.
Though he's not one to go looking for trouble, the boy has decided he is not going to sit around in a hospital bed until he's wheeled away into a labratory for some 'special testing'. He's getting out.
Really, it wasn't as difficult as he had assumed it would be. The nurse's had come in as usual, demonstrating the same practices as any other day. Then they had left a fresh glass of water on his bedside table, and left. Denzel had pushed off the sheets of his warm, white bed as soon as the nurse's footsteps had faded and placed his feet down onto the cold floor, sending a sharp shiver up his spine. He found his clothes tucked neatly under his bed and, though he considered changing right there and then, hurried out the door with his clothes under his arm. The simple infirmary tunic would have to do until he made it back to his room.
Now, he's walking hurriedly down the hallways in his bare feet, trying to remember what floor he's on and exactly how he is supposed to get back to his room from here. He sure hopes it won't take long. Being on his feet after laying down for most hours of the day this past month is really making his head spin. More than usual.
He's tugged out his NEXUS and has typed in a quick message ]
i can't find the elevator on the first floor. help?
[ After a few more moments of speed-walking through a corridor, a thought occurs to Denzel. He switches his NEXUS to video mode (they have to see who he is), and turns on the camera. ]
And.. if anyone's seen my drawings, let me know. Thanks. [ He glances over his shoulder, then smiles weakly at the camera before shutting it off with a soft click. ]
[[ooc: sorry it's so terribly long;; anyway, feel free to go [action] and bump into him or something, or just stick to the nexus. up to you!]]