And on the Third day...
Who: Lus, Damian, Sabbat
What: Lus stirs up some trouble for himself.
When: ...Current time in Game.
Where: The Hospital~
( Eyes were becoming quite the worry... )
What: Lus stirs up some trouble for himself.
When: ...Current time in Game.
Where: The Hospital~
( Eyes were becoming quite the worry... )
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You're going to run dry soon, you know. No cigarettes, no gin, no Smoke....
Do you always have to state the fucking obvious?
Of course.
"Bastard."
Out loud again. My my, you are slipping...
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As they walked down the hallway, Lus started kicking at the doors as they passed them. "Hey, Damian! You 'round?"
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Damian, who had done a bit of his own exploring since his leg finally decided to heal, had been living on hospital cafeteria food. Junk food was all well and good, but not for extended periods of time. On the other hand, hospital food wasn't much better. It was boring, empty, and unsatisfying, like the rest of this place. He'd been thinking about taking off, maybe trying to find the other group those guys had mentioned, but his mind wasn't quite made up.
He was almost glad when Lus finally got to his door, even if the sudden bang right next to him did make him jump a little. Being surrounded by zombies would do that to a guy.
"Yeah; what?" he replied, coming to peer through the reinforced glass panel in the door. He'd been keeping it locked and he wasn't about to let his guard down now. "Whadda you want?"
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Mustn't say anything 'bout eyes, mustn't say anything 'bout eyes...
"Also, you seen any eyes, or Pot around?"
Well shit. That was one way of letting himself out of the bag... He swore quietly to himself, but kept smiling at Damian, hoping to god he'd think it was some sort of joke or something. (Not that it was terribly funny, or anything, but, y'know, whatever. Maybe jokes weren't funny where he was from. Or something.)
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"No pot, though I wouldn't mind finding some," he replied. "There's ice in the cafeteria freezers." Well, Damian thought he'd said "ice." Nothing else made sense, and the sound was kinda muffled.
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Sabbat sniggered, and knocked back a large gulp of gin.
"Might have more luck lookin' in the morgue fer that type o' 'ice'"
Heh. Doesn't have a fuckin' clue. Idiot
Once the assassin had ascertained that the other man was alive (and therefore killable) he'd gone to lean against the wall next to the door - meaning that now, though he couldn't see the other man, he could hear him pretty well.
And, of course, meaning that when the shapeshifter-bloke did open the door, he'd be in a very good position to grab him and slit his throat.
Possibly hold him still for Lus to get his eyes out first, though - after all, I owe him a fucking huge debt, and that'd be an easy way to repay it.
And why do you need to repay it?
Because he seems to know where the drugs are. And if he owes me a favour....
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Of course, if Damian left the safety of his room, Lus really couldn't vouch that he'd end the day with his eyes intact... He really, really wanted some... he'd already found jars and formaldehyde and a place to put them where they would catch the light and....
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