[Thread - complete!] The uninvited guest.
Who: Larxene [larandorder] and Teru Mikami [dr-mikami].
Where: Asclepius Hospital.
When: Night-time.
Summary: Mikami shouldn't have to be alone.
Rating: R for heavy violence and psychological abuse.
Gas mask? Check. Hospital blueprints? Memorized. Security patrol routines? All up there. Nail gun? In the bag. Medical scrubs? Worn under her coat. A pair of Matt’s old boxers snatched from a hamper in Mello’s apartment? Securely sealed away in a plastic bag securely stashed away inside her coat. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s roll.
Tonight was the Big One. The mother of all battles to decide them all. Thanks to the fact that Mikami’s brain was about as real as the God he believed in he had stupidly (he’d claim unintentionally) told our heroine where in the hospital he was. All it took was to trace the source of a set of messages that he had sent her and then cross-reference the hospital’s floor layout and viola! A perfect plan for breaking and entering had been conceived! From that point, all it took was a faked ID card and some electronic lock-picking skills to get in.
Was something missing? Yes, one tiny little element had been omitted from the final scheme. ou see, Mello had unfortunately been excluded from the project since he undoubtedly would bring more heat to them both than he would do them good. Besides, sneaking into the hospital wearing gas masks, as he had suggested, was a bit of an oxymoron to her as they’d stand out like a pair of pink elephants; hardly very stealthy. Instead she’d blend in wearing the medical scrubs she procured during her visit at the asylum; they were largely identical anyway unless you looked closely. Naturally, she had ditched the coat outside and moved its contents over to a small handbag with the hospital’s name and logo that she had stolen earlier. And in this part of the hospital there were close to no security cameras to catch her face and no guard or doctor in his right mind would harass a patient walking about in a hospital corridor. Basically, the plan was foolproof.
After executing the finer nuances of the plans stealthy aspects she had made it to the room where her favorite little toy was, the star of this evening’s show, Teru Mikami. This is the part that made the whole thing seem almost too easy. His room had no lock on its door since orderlies and nurses were supposed to be able to move in and out freely. Even better? No windows to look in, and the room was largely soundproof. All she had to do was to open the door, pay him the ten minute visit she had promised him and then get the hell out of there and back to the Abyss. A lot of work for a few minutes of fun, you say? Pah! Mikami deserved it.
Bored with all these dull details? Fine, let’s cut to the interesting part. She opened the door to the sleeping beauty that had descended into a world of dreams. For once the usually stern man looked so innocent and sweet as he snored all by himself (imaginary friends don’t count). For a moment you could almost think of him as a human being, even. Luckily, Larxene was literally incapable of letting any would-be emotions of regret and such pesky little things get in the way now that the moment of truth had come. It was time to get the main event of the evening started.
Sleepers were easy to deal with as they gave you a great deal of time to make your first move. After putting on a pair of plastic gloves snatched from within the hospital’s walls, she opened her bag and picked out the nail gun, gas mask and the boxers. This was the moment of truth, because once she got up on him she’d have roughly ten seconds to act and create the perfect setting before it’d all be over.
So what’d she do? Try and picture this with your mind’s eye. In the middle of a particularly big snore she jammed the boxers into Mikami’s mouth and then jumped up on his belly. Mere moments later she had grabbed has left hand, rammed it to a bedpost and impaled it to it with the nail gun, reducing it to a bloody ornament. After performing the rudest awakening ever she then, fast as she was, strapped the gas mask to Mikami’s head (practice had made that routine perfect), allowing her to then grab his other hand to prevent him from hitting her or activating an alarm in his half-woken state of panic.
The best part? The gas mask had been sprayed in a black paint before the act, meaning that Mikami was effectively blinded. It was more of a weapon of terror than anything else; not being able to see his foe or even scream in pain would only make the agony worse. And agony, that's just what the savage nymph fed upon.
Where: Asclepius Hospital.
When: Night-time.
Summary: Mikami shouldn't have to be alone.
Rating: R for heavy violence and psychological abuse.
Gas mask? Check. Hospital blueprints? Memorized. Security patrol routines? All up there. Nail gun? In the bag. Medical scrubs? Worn under her coat. A pair of Matt’s old boxers snatched from a hamper in Mello’s apartment? Securely sealed away in a plastic bag securely stashed away inside her coat. Ladies and gentlemen, let’s roll.
Tonight was the Big One. The mother of all battles to decide them all. Thanks to the fact that Mikami’s brain was about as real as the God he believed in he had stupidly (he’d claim unintentionally) told our heroine where in the hospital he was. All it took was to trace the source of a set of messages that he had sent her and then cross-reference the hospital’s floor layout and viola! A perfect plan for breaking and entering had been conceived! From that point, all it took was a faked ID card and some electronic lock-picking skills to get in.
Was something missing? Yes, one tiny little element had been omitted from the final scheme. ou see, Mello had unfortunately been excluded from the project since he undoubtedly would bring more heat to them both than he would do them good. Besides, sneaking into the hospital wearing gas masks, as he had suggested, was a bit of an oxymoron to her as they’d stand out like a pair of pink elephants; hardly very stealthy. Instead she’d blend in wearing the medical scrubs she procured during her visit at the asylum; they were largely identical anyway unless you looked closely. Naturally, she had ditched the coat outside and moved its contents over to a small handbag with the hospital’s name and logo that she had stolen earlier. And in this part of the hospital there were close to no security cameras to catch her face and no guard or doctor in his right mind would harass a patient walking about in a hospital corridor. Basically, the plan was foolproof.
After executing the finer nuances of the plans stealthy aspects she had made it to the room where her favorite little toy was, the star of this evening’s show, Teru Mikami. This is the part that made the whole thing seem almost too easy. His room had no lock on its door since orderlies and nurses were supposed to be able to move in and out freely. Even better? No windows to look in, and the room was largely soundproof. All she had to do was to open the door, pay him the ten minute visit she had promised him and then get the hell out of there and back to the Abyss. A lot of work for a few minutes of fun, you say? Pah! Mikami deserved it.
Bored with all these dull details? Fine, let’s cut to the interesting part. She opened the door to the sleeping beauty that had descended into a world of dreams. For once the usually stern man looked so innocent and sweet as he snored all by himself (imaginary friends don’t count). For a moment you could almost think of him as a human being, even. Luckily, Larxene was literally incapable of letting any would-be emotions of regret and such pesky little things get in the way now that the moment of truth had come. It was time to get the main event of the evening started.
Sleepers were easy to deal with as they gave you a great deal of time to make your first move. After putting on a pair of plastic gloves snatched from within the hospital’s walls, she opened her bag and picked out the nail gun, gas mask and the boxers. This was the moment of truth, because once she got up on him she’d have roughly ten seconds to act and create the perfect setting before it’d all be over.
So what’d she do? Try and picture this with your mind’s eye. In the middle of a particularly big snore she jammed the boxers into Mikami’s mouth and then jumped up on his belly. Mere moments later she had grabbed has left hand, rammed it to a bedpost and impaled it to it with the nail gun, reducing it to a bloody ornament. After performing the rudest awakening ever she then, fast as she was, strapped the gas mask to Mikami’s head (practice had made that routine perfect), allowing her to then grab his other hand to prevent him from hitting her or activating an alarm in his half-woken state of panic.
The best part? The gas mask had been sprayed in a black paint before the act, meaning that Mikami was effectively blinded. It was more of a weapon of terror than anything else; not being able to see his foe or even scream in pain would only make the agony worse. And agony, that's just what the savage nymph fed upon.