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[Night 13] Chapel

Dec 29, 2009 10:11

[from here]

When Armand arrived, he looked around first to see if the prisoner who'd contacted him was there. He didn't want to be caught off guard coming out of the Confessional or the hidden room behind the altar. Despite his belief that they should share information, he wasn't sure he could trust a stranger with information they may not have. ( Read more... )

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hells_npcs December 31 2009, 21:58:31 UTC

[OOC: Sorry for the delay! I was house-sitting.]The Killer wandered in all by his lonesome, stifling a cough as he did so and peered around the Chapel area. His large bushy beard caught his spittle as he hacked like a man who had smoked for far too many years, and he grumbled to himself as he scratched his groinal region inappropriately. Drawing on the phelm in his throat, he spat on the floor before walking deeper into the Chapel ( ... )

petite_frere December 31 2009, 22:05:18 UTC

[OOC: I checked with Ozzy yesterday, and she re-assured me.]

Armand's arms were full, but when he spotted the man who'd arrived to meet him, he almost sagged in relief. No, the other prisoner, in Killer orange no less, didn't look friendly, but he didn't show up with a dozen of his friends or sporting an already sour attitude.

He didn't approach, but called out instead. "Were you here to meet with someone to make an exchange?"

hells_npcs December 31 2009, 22:18:42 UTC

Turning his attention to the one that called out, he wondered what the heck such a skinny little fellow would want. Well, did that mean that skinny-minnie over there was the one doing the exchange? He wasn't one to judge, but this seemed like it was going to be easier.

He glanced around to see if there was anyone else lurking in the shadows before he replied, "that'd be me. You the one looking for a knife?" He eyed the other man from across the distance between them.

petite_frere December 31 2009, 22:32:31 UTC

"Yes, monsieur, that is what I am looking for. More than one, if it's possible, for I have two bottles here." Armand held them up into the dim light. He didn't know how he'd make Yuuri take the other one, but it was worth a try.

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petite_frere January 3 2010, 19:20:15 UTC

[returning from here]

Armand emerged from the Confessional seemingly empty handed, but thoughtful. He didn't hurry as he walked up the dias to look behind the altar. The metal of the cross felt cool to his fingers. He had to put some effort into turning it. Then he stepped back as the small space behind it was revealed. He hoped there wasn't anything dangerous inside tonight.

results of the search petite_frere January 3 2010, 19:35:04 UTC

This time he was a little more successful, although the results of his luck were surprising. In the priest's hands this time, instead of a book, was a heavy metal cross. This one felt strangely warm, although it may only have been the contrast.

Armand murmured an apology and tugged it from the dead hands. "May you rest in peace," he added. But he knew that he and other prisoners would continue to disturb the poor dead man's rest. He wondered who he was and how he'd died in there.

With a shudder, Armand back out, and then set the cross back to rights. Then he left the Chapel. He was slightly more burdened now. He wondered if his friends had waited for him at the central area. He wouldn't be surprised if they hadn't, but it wasn't as if their destination was a surprise either.

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