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Who: John vs Baby
Where: In the hallway on level 3
When: Not long after the Master's announcement
Warnings: Death. Likely to be a brutal one.
There had been plenty of stories of blood and death, and some interest in the fate of others. With the declaration of what amounted to war against the wardens, he found himself actually concerned; he had come to believe that his fate on the ship was tied directly to his warden. If the man died, would that mean that he would be condemned to remain forever? The last he wrote to the man he was fine, but there was always the doubt that the words were true.
Ordinarily he would not care. Concern for others had not been a strong point, and he had left others to their fate when it suited him. The constable had told him quite plainly that it was very likely one of the reasons he had found himself here, and he had felt a certain amount of apathy throughout the stay. Now the dangers were all too real, and if his own fate depended on someone else, how could he not act.
He cleared his door and took a moment to look through the hall; it appeared empty enough. John cleared his throat and straightened his coat before he set off to search, to finally see just what was happening and whether or not he should remain barricaded. Was there any safety in remaining barred in his own room, or would it be better to roam and not remain in an enclosed area? It was still in doubt as he closed his door silently and turned to take his chances and to see whether he could find another or not.
Where: In the hallway on level 3
When: Not long after the Master's announcement
Warnings: Death. Likely to be a brutal one.
There had been plenty of stories of blood and death, and some interest in the fate of others. With the declaration of what amounted to war against the wardens, he found himself actually concerned; he had come to believe that his fate on the ship was tied directly to his warden. If the man died, would that mean that he would be condemned to remain forever? The last he wrote to the man he was fine, but there was always the doubt that the words were true.
Ordinarily he would not care. Concern for others had not been a strong point, and he had left others to their fate when it suited him. The constable had told him quite plainly that it was very likely one of the reasons he had found himself here, and he had felt a certain amount of apathy throughout the stay. Now the dangers were all too real, and if his own fate depended on someone else, how could he not act.
He cleared his door and took a moment to look through the hall; it appeared empty enough. John cleared his throat and straightened his coat before he set off to search, to finally see just what was happening and whether or not he should remain barricaded. Was there any safety in remaining barred in his own room, or would it be better to roam and not remain in an enclosed area? It was still in doubt as he closed his door silently and turned to take his chances and to see whether he could find another or not.