Nightshift 33 - General Storage

Jul 12, 2008 20:43

[From here with Leon ( Read more... )

clark kent, leon kennedy, itachi

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officer_leon July 13 2008, 03:53:23 UTC
Leon limped after Clark, noticing that the lock was on the floor. He was still having a hard time wrapping his mind around the fact that this kid didn't just think he was Clark Kent (someday Superman), he actually was. The implications of that were rather staggering.

"I don't think this is the janitor's closet," Leon said, looking around. "Maybe they've got first aid supplies in here somewhere." He didn't want to admit it, but the blood loss was starting to get to him. "You mind taking a look around?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant as he leaned against the wall again. Standing wasn't going to be an option for much longer, but he was hoping to put that display of injury off for as long as possible.

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son_ofkrypton July 13 2008, 04:37:49 UTC
"Sure," Clark said, always eager to help and be useful.

The farmboy wandered off, shining his flashlight on the cabinets. Opening them up only revealed a bunch of staff uniforms, stuff like coats and hair nets and probably nothing that'd help Leon. Eying the uniforms, Clark supposed he could tear them up. Maybe he'd come back. He kept looking, moving carefully and listening for the tick-tick-tick from before...only it didn't come and the only sound he could hear was his own breathing. Swallowing, he tried to focus less on the shadows that jumped up sometimes, tucking his flashlight under and arm and feeling around the plastic boxes. Eventually he got one open.

Jackpot!

First aid kits, neatly ordered amongst boxes of plastic gloves and...and bandages! Clark swept up as much bandages into his arms as he could carry, somehow juggling gauze and a first aid kit as well ( ... )

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officer_leon July 13 2008, 15:57:45 UTC
While Clark was off searching, Leon started pulling off his blood-soaked sweater, hissing quietly between his teeth as the fabric pulled at fresh wounds. He managed to get it off and dropped it to the floor. It landed with a faint squelching sound. He looked at his flashlight, also covered in blood, and dropped it onto the sweater with a sigh. Hopefully he'd be able to clean that up enough that it would still be useful.

Clark returned, bearing an armful of bandages. Leon flashed him a quick smile. "Perfect," he said. "I can wrap up my arm and leg, but I think I'm gonna need help with these." He gestured at his torso. Those were the injuries he was most worried about. Stomach wounds were never good. At least he hadn't been shot.

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son_ofkrypton July 14 2008, 03:15:48 UTC
Clark wasn't squeamish about blood, but it'd been a while since he'd seen so much. What was he supposed to do? What if he messed up? The only thing helping him keep his cool was the fact Leon seemed pretty calm about it all, his voice level and making Clark feel like he could do this.

"Okay," said Clark. There was a bit of a delay as he tried to position the flashlight so he could see, and, at the same time, juggle the bandages, but eventually he was as ready as he could be. Reaching around, the teenager began wrapping the bandages around the gashes, trying to apply pressure at the same time. "How's that?"

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vessavana July 30 2008, 02:54:00 UTC
[From here.]

Kunzite stepped into the strangely sterile room, noting a few of the shelves ajar, indicative of previous occupants here this night. Throwing down the items in his hands he rushed toward them and illuminated the various drawers, pulling them out haphazardly as each one revealed increasingly useless items: lab coats, nurses outfits, hair nets, shoe covers, and so on. Another set of drawers revealed various pill bottles and first-aid kits; his snarl calmed some as he reached in, taking a few of the drugs (the alchemists might make use of these compounds somehow) and a number of first-aid kits (if anything, the metal used in these cases may be helpful).

[OOC: Itachi-mun, you can have the last word; I've got to head to bed :( ]

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youlackmascara July 30 2008, 03:27:49 UTC
Itachi did not like being impatient, but at least he was not so far gone as his companion. Apparently the specter of passing time was weighing heavily on Kunzite. Itachi would conduct himself with more control.

He went through the drawers at a slower rate. The medicine here was a good find, if not for him then for the sake of the mission. They might have wasted time earlier in the night, but they had accumulated a decent collection of useful items.

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