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WHO: heine rammsteiner and angelica einsturzen
WHERE: no-hope
WHEN: tonight!
WARNINGS: everything. there will be bad things in here i am assuming.
SUMMARY: heine comes to visit his mom what a good son.
FORMAT: i love quicklogs yes i do.
[ He needed to see for himself. That was what it came down to. Katurian and Terry could say whatever they wanted, but Heine needed to see this with his own two eyes. He needed to stand there and look at her and see proof that she wasn't going to be a threat anymore. Nothing else was acceptable.
He broke in.
He'd done it once, and the Dog remembered how. It was in the back of his head, straining and snapping and coughing out something that sounded like laughter. It remembered the last time it had been here and Heine...Heine was running on nothing but sense memory, following Angelica's scent through the hospital. It was silent but for the pad of his feet on the tile and--and it was eerie.
He met only three orderlies on his way in, and he left them each crumpled on the floor, unconsious. He didn't have time for them.
He paused at her door, a low growl ripping from his throat, quietly vibrating through him, before breaking the doorknob off and entering the room. ]
WHERE: no-hope
WHEN: tonight!
WARNINGS: everything. there will be bad things in here i am assuming.
SUMMARY: heine comes to visit his mom what a good son.
FORMAT: i love quicklogs yes i do.
[ He needed to see for himself. That was what it came down to. Katurian and Terry could say whatever they wanted, but Heine needed to see this with his own two eyes. He needed to stand there and look at her and see proof that she wasn't going to be a threat anymore. Nothing else was acceptable.
He broke in.
He'd done it once, and the Dog remembered how. It was in the back of his head, straining and snapping and coughing out something that sounded like laughter. It remembered the last time it had been here and Heine...Heine was running on nothing but sense memory, following Angelica's scent through the hospital. It was silent but for the pad of his feet on the tile and--and it was eerie.
He met only three orderlies on his way in, and he left them each crumpled on the floor, unconsious. He didn't have time for them.
He paused at her door, a low growl ripping from his throat, quietly vibrating through him, before breaking the doorknob off and entering the room. ]