[Sunday] [RP] Wake Up in an Unusual Place

[pallor_m0rtis]

[Corbin needs a tag, Mod-types. As apparently I won't just have Kori here. >.> *Peer-pressure!* Haha.
Entirely for the random factor, not his storyline. Or, maybe, I'll decide after.
Blood/Gore warning for the sensitive sorts.]

It might have been a lie to say that Corbin always woke up somewhere he was familiar with; some nights he woke up with

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[lacroix_styles]

"Mopping?" There was almost always a trail of questions following him around, it was rare that he took anything at all Hector said at face value because he was living in a madhouse with a borderline crazy person; questions were a necessity. "Mopping what?"

And sometimes the answers should have been left to the imagination; Lacroix's vivid imagination wasn't half as creative as some of the events that carried on inside those walls.

"Gruesome? What's gruesome? Hector...I hate when you tell me things without telling me anyway," Lacroix grumbled as he followed along like the faintly obedient but currently apprehensive lackey he insisted he wasn't. "Why does that not make me feel any better."

And yeah, he didn't know the dead guy Hector liked to hang out with, when Corbin had shown up the evening before he had been ushered off to his room rather than being introduced to the guy.
Some of Hector's affairs he was curious about, but not enough to stick his nose in the middle of it all and find out things still beyond his scope of tolerance.

But right about then that room was really pushing it.

"What the hell?" Startled was an understatement, mildly ill fit just a little better.

Had Freddy Kruger been spending the night playing games in the building and he hadn't been told? Lacroix just stared for a long few minutes; totally ignoring Corbin in favor of watching the ceiling..drip.
And he didn't even want to fathom what that was dripping either; Lacroix had never seen that certain shade of red before in his life, and he had never wanted to either.

Wait.

He shot Hector a look, a very clear 'are you serious?' expression; did Hector expect him to clean up that?
He hadn't even done anything stupid that night to warrant spending the rest of it trying to scrape the remains of whatever Hector had been doing the night before off the walls.

"What were you...no, don't tell me; please just don't tell me." Lacroix lifted a hand to his eyes to block the scene before him, if only for a few moment, but it was still there when he looked again. And it was going to be there until he found a mop, apparently.

"This isn't even remotely fair," he grumbled and then finally realized Corbin was standing there; he figured that had to factor in somehow but he wasn't going to ask. "Yeah, hi."

The temptation to flee back into his bedroom was nearly overwhelming, but then he would have had to deal with some lecture about not being civil mannered or..whatever; he was going to make sure to thank Hector though for the nightmares he was bound to have for a few nights, the jerk.