Nightshift 31: General Storage (second floor)
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Sometimes Aidou wondered why he didn't just pick locks like he'd done once before, but he kind of already knew the answer to that. He was just too impatient. Between breaking through doors and carefully breaking into them, he felt that the first choice allotted him less of a chance of looking like a petty thief or something. And he was getting used to smashing in doors, though it could never be an entirely quiet job, that was the bad thing.
He kicked the door closed behind him without hesitation, hoping no one would follow him. Unless they were okay to eat and were willing to cover their eyes and be vampire bait without seeing his face.
In the pitch black of the storage room, Aidou regarded the supplies absently. He remembered what was stored in there almost perfectly from the last time he'd poked around, and after a moment of thought, he moved towards a cardboard box on the floor. Gloves weren't exactly necessary in a situation where there were already a zillion contaminants, but he felt it was proper. If one were working with any kind of blood (not the kind for eating), it was expected one would wear gloves. He took four or five pairs, folding them up into his pocket. Then he moved for the syringes. That was what he was really after. He wasn't wearing his jacket and so couldn't put them in an inside pocket, so resorted to making sure each one he took had a cap over the needle before sliding them into a pants' pocket.
Sometimes Aidou wondered why he didn't just pick locks like he'd done once before, but he kind of already knew the answer to that. He was just too impatient. Between breaking through doors and carefully breaking into them, he felt that the first choice allotted him less of a chance of looking like a petty thief or something. And he was getting used to smashing in doors, though it could never be an entirely quiet job, that was the bad thing.
He kicked the door closed behind him without hesitation, hoping no one would follow him. Unless they were okay to eat and were willing to cover their eyes and be vampire bait without seeing his face.
In the pitch black of the storage room, Aidou regarded the supplies absently. He remembered what was stored in there almost perfectly from the last time he'd poked around, and after a moment of thought, he moved towards a cardboard box on the floor. Gloves weren't exactly necessary in a situation where there were already a zillion contaminants, but he felt it was proper. If one were working with any kind of blood (not the kind for eating), it was expected one would wear gloves. He took four or five pairs, folding them up into his pocket. Then he moved for the syringes. That was what he was really after. He wasn't wearing his jacket and so couldn't put them in an inside pocket, so resorted to making sure each one he took had a cap over the needle before sliding them into a pants' pocket.