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Nightshift 27: M98

Oct 06, 2007 20:18

[from hereMason finished his copy of the map with an unnecessary flourish, and handed the original back to Raiden. It had become crumpled around the edges just by being in Mason's possession for a few minutes, but he hoped the other man wouldn't mind. "Thanks, Raiden," he said, stuffing his copy into the waistband of his pants. He missed his own ( Read more... )

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sneak October 6 2007, 22:51:11 UTC

If Raiden noticed the slightly crumpled state of his map, he didn't show it. It wasn't that big of a deal, since all he needed was for it to be legible. If Mason had gotten it wet or something along those lines, it might have been a problem. He watched when his roommate unceremoniously shoved his copy into his pants, and realized that was actually a pretty good idea ( ... )

vintage_brit October 6 2007, 23:28:45 UTC

Mason gulped and straightened out his clothing, realizing he may have over-reacted a little. He desperately wanted to be curled up on the sofa with Daisy and a big bottle of Jamison's right now, but that apparently wasn't going to happen ( ... )

sneak October 7 2007, 01:50:03 UTC

It was probably for the best that Mason was choosing to stay put for now. Neither of them had much of an idea of what they were up against, so if he spent the night in, he could spend the next day learning how things worked from other patients.

Logic suggested Raiden should do that same thing, but he knew he could take care of himself. He had instincts, and he could fight. Having a sword on him would have made him that much more confident, but he didn't dwell on it. He would make it somehow.

"All right," he said with a nod. "I'll see you tomorrow." He said it with little space for question.

He was going to need that map, but he was going to take it back out once he made it into the hallway. No need for added embarrassment, after all.

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vintage_brit October 7 2007, 02:37:10 UTC

As soon as Raiden was gone, Mason pulled everything out from under the mattress. Four sets of batteries, two radios, two notebooks, two key rings, and a fuckload of pens seemed to be the entire sum of Mason's wordly possessions. The pens and notebooks were pretty useless, so Mason stuffed them back under the mattress, along with the keyrings and one of the radios. He fiddled with the batteries for a while, trying to find a way to stick them into the radio, but to no avail.

The batteries had to be for something, right? Where had he not looked? The only places he could think of was under the dresser and at the bottom of the bedsheets. He checked both places, but both were empty. However, in disturbing the bedsheets, Mason also twitched the pillow aside and discovered a torch.

He grabbed it and stuffed the batteries in, and happily it worked. Grinning, Mason stored the excess batteries under the mattress, tucked the radio into the waistband of his pants alongside the map, grabed the torch, and poked his head into the hallway.

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vintage_brit October 19 2007, 04:59:27 UTC

Mason stuffed his bag under the mattress, which made it definitely lumpy, but would have to do. Every little bit of him hurt. With a sigh, he collapsed on the bed and fell asleep.