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WHO: Damon, Belthazor and Hayley [Closed]
WHAT: Snarking and saving lives.
WHERE: Heading towards the South wing
WHEN: Sunday
WARNINGS: Ghostly violence, trauma, scariness etc.
Damon closed his journal and slid it into his pocket. Looking over the assorted cries for help wouldn't get him anywhere. He needed to get down into the lower levels. Needed to find Sveta.
He stood up from his seat on a low red armchair, feeling the press of the gun slid into his waistband at the small of his back.
"If you'll excuse me, sorry to have to barge through like this, but I have a... mate, who I simply must... ward away from the buffet. The shrimp is definitely past it's sell-by."
If that wasn't enough hints, then the few inmates gathered near him weren't going to be worth bringing along anyway.
He headed for the door and waited in the hallway outside to see who'd follow him out.
[OOC: I'm being dragged out to this family thing, so I won't be able to tag until later in the evening. Sorry. Thought I should get the post up anyway.]
WHAT: Snarking and saving lives.
WHERE: Heading towards the South wing
WHEN: Sunday
WARNINGS: Ghostly violence, trauma, scariness etc.
Damon closed his journal and slid it into his pocket. Looking over the assorted cries for help wouldn't get him anywhere. He needed to get down into the lower levels. Needed to find Sveta.
He stood up from his seat on a low red armchair, feeling the press of the gun slid into his waistband at the small of his back.
"If you'll excuse me, sorry to have to barge through like this, but I have a... mate, who I simply must... ward away from the buffet. The shrimp is definitely past it's sell-by."
If that wasn't enough hints, then the few inmates gathered near him weren't going to be worth bringing along anyway.
He headed for the door and waited in the hallway outside to see who'd follow him out.
[OOC: I'm being dragged out to this family thing, so I won't be able to tag until later in the evening. Sorry. Thought I should get the post up anyway.]