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Location/time: Starting at room 217 and going up. Right after this.
Characters: Badou and anyone who wants to run into him.
Rating: PG-ish?
Summary: Crazy chain-smoker trying to get from floor 2 to floor 7.
Notes: Anyone who'd like to join is welcome to, but FIY, when Badou gets to his destination he's gonna have to go it alone, so you might not want to stay for the duration. I'm cool with folks popping in just for a tag or two if you like.
Badou stared at the communicator in his hand and wondered why the hell this shit always had to happen to him. Not like the room he woke up in was all homey and secure or anything, but...better the devil you know, right?
Okay, so maybe part of him didn't want to be sitting there waiting for some ghost to come haunt him anyway, but still.
Thing was, he knew that it would take a hell of a lot to rattle Heine like he'd just heard him rattled. It would take a hell of a lot for some big baddie to really get him too, and if something had then Badou wasn't fool enough to think that he'd be able to take it down. But the way he figured it, team work meant having a guy's back even when the chips were flat out sucking some hairy monkey toes, and if you did it then it eventually came back to you in kind. Hopefully when you needed it most. And Heine had come through for him before.
So he grabbed the roll of red tape that everyone had told him would keep the ghosts at bay, checked his guns and his ammo (because, hell, even if you couldn't kill a ghost, you could still shoot at them and maybe even back 'em off a bit), stowed his communicator, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and opened the door.
He headed for the stairwell. Five floors to go, with a stop on floor four when he got there. He had a feeling he was gonna hate this, but he had a stronger feeling that even the stairs would be preferable to risking the elevator he could see at the far end of the hall.
Characters: Badou and anyone who wants to run into him.
Rating: PG-ish?
Summary: Crazy chain-smoker trying to get from floor 2 to floor 7.
Notes: Anyone who'd like to join is welcome to, but FIY, when Badou gets to his destination he's gonna have to go it alone, so you might not want to stay for the duration. I'm cool with folks popping in just for a tag or two if you like.
Badou stared at the communicator in his hand and wondered why the hell this shit always had to happen to him. Not like the room he woke up in was all homey and secure or anything, but...better the devil you know, right?
Okay, so maybe part of him didn't want to be sitting there waiting for some ghost to come haunt him anyway, but still.
Thing was, he knew that it would take a hell of a lot to rattle Heine like he'd just heard him rattled. It would take a hell of a lot for some big baddie to really get him too, and if something had then Badou wasn't fool enough to think that he'd be able to take it down. But the way he figured it, team work meant having a guy's back even when the chips were flat out sucking some hairy monkey toes, and if you did it then it eventually came back to you in kind. Hopefully when you needed it most. And Heine had come through for him before.
So he grabbed the roll of red tape that everyone had told him would keep the ghosts at bay, checked his guns and his ammo (because, hell, even if you couldn't kill a ghost, you could still shoot at them and maybe even back 'em off a bit), stowed his communicator, took a deep drag on his cigarette, and opened the door.
He headed for the stairwell. Five floors to go, with a stop on floor four when he got there. He had a feeling he was gonna hate this, but he had a stronger feeling that even the stairs would be preferable to risking the elevator he could see at the far end of the hall.