The best-laid plans of turtles and men
Characters: Kage shenghuanzhe, Raphael betterthanleo
Location: Hallways of deck 3; vacant room of deck 12
Date: Today, late evening
Rating: R for violence
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The wait was killing him. After sixteen years of studying the art of stealth and stalking, he knew he's got a good start here: the spa's entrance had low light and plenty of bulky decorations to hide behind; it was right next to the restricted area that kept passengers far away from crew quarters; and he had a clear view of both the stairs and the elevator for when dear Mr. Friendly did show up. And, really, he hadn't even been waiting that long -- he was just restless. Restless with impatience and anticipation, like a sprinter bent down to burst.
One thing that hadn't crossed his mind at all was doubt about whether this was a good idea. Of course it was a good idea. These other passengers, they were just like the people back in New York. The people whose screams for help Raphael grew up listening to through the sewer grates. He knew he and his brothers had to help them all, had to find a way off this ship. But the difference between he and his brothers, between Leo's leadership and his own, was that he wasn't afraid to take action. Get his hands dirty.
You could sit around and try to figure things out yourself while the situation goes to shit, or you could go get information.
He sneered from his own restless thoughts, and tightened his grip on the chain of his makeshift manriki. Gotta stay focused. Gotta be ready. Any second now.
Location: Hallways of deck 3; vacant room of deck 12
Date: Today, late evening
Rating: R for violence
--
The wait was killing him. After sixteen years of studying the art of stealth and stalking, he knew he's got a good start here: the spa's entrance had low light and plenty of bulky decorations to hide behind; it was right next to the restricted area that kept passengers far away from crew quarters; and he had a clear view of both the stairs and the elevator for when dear Mr. Friendly did show up. And, really, he hadn't even been waiting that long -- he was just restless. Restless with impatience and anticipation, like a sprinter bent down to burst.
One thing that hadn't crossed his mind at all was doubt about whether this was a good idea. Of course it was a good idea. These other passengers, they were just like the people back in New York. The people whose screams for help Raphael grew up listening to through the sewer grates. He knew he and his brothers had to help them all, had to find a way off this ship. But the difference between he and his brothers, between Leo's leadership and his own, was that he wasn't afraid to take action. Get his hands dirty.
You could sit around and try to figure things out yourself while the situation goes to shit, or you could go get information.
He sneered from his own restless thoughts, and tightened his grip on the chain of his makeshift manriki. Gotta stay focused. Gotta be ready. Any second now.