Apr 14, 2010 22:31
[ Casey Jones has been granted the courtesy of being dropped off in a condition he can tolerate and take care of: his favored term is 'beat up.' He's bruised, battered, sore and unbelievably tired-- but he can stand on his own two feet, at least, and that obviously means he can walk.
This makes the trek to Community Housing Building 6 much easier to accomplish.
Upon arriving, he stops; pretty sure he can't remember this building being so tall, but maybe that's just his eyes playing tricks on him. He can figure it out when he's done sleeping. That very brief dilemma settled, Casey continues on his way to visit good ol' Doctor Home-First-Aid-Kit.
If he hasn't spotted a turtle by the time he gets inside, his inner guard-dog will demand he take a second to knock on their door. Sleep comes easier when you've got a head count. ]
sound off,
+action,
they'd kick his ass if he didn't check,
+return