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[smokeeasy]

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

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[inhumanguise]

This place was starting to get under his skin. The taste of cinnamon had still been on his tongue when he made the decision that he was leaving. There was no other option. Zero had to get back to the Academy, back to the drama of vampire and vampire hunters and the promise he had made.

He'd been stubborn when others had said that leaving might not be possible. But even he had to admit that he didn't know where he was or how to get back to where he needed to be. And for all the unexplained things going on inside the apartments, he could only guess at what was going on outside of them.

And speaking of unexplained things...

Zero turned his head towards the stairwell. Something was coming up them, and coming fast. He quickly slipped Bloody Rose from inside his jacket. The gun was meant to be used against vampires, but maybe it could at least discourage the ghosts that crawled up the stairs like cockroaches. Zero ripped the red tape from the doorframe and stepped onto the top step to take aim

[smokeeasy]

Badou was indeed bookin' it up the stairs. Primarily this was because of the thing that was after him. It was pale and moved kind of like a snake on electroshock--alternately quick and twitchy, like it might strike at any moment but with about as much control over its aim as...a snake on elctroshock

[inhumanguise]

Zero's eyes widened as the redhead barrelled towards him. He pressed his back to the wall, as much out of the way of the open door as possible. He might break something if he got knocked down the stairs -- Badou's neck, for example.

He stared down at the pale, twitchy woman crawling up the stairs. His finger squeezed the trigger but then relaxed. Shooting it wouldn't do any good, even if it might improve his mood. But he was a vampire hunter, not a ghost hunter. Zero backed through the door just as it was reaching out for his ankle. He pulled the red tape from his pocket and unrolled a bit, tearing it free with the help of his teeth. He smoothed it over the crack in the door. The door rattled briefly. And then the stairway fell silent.

If looks could kill, Badou would be taking his last breath. "I don't think you have to worry about the ghosts here killing you." Either someone else would do the job or he would kill himself with all the stumbling and flailing. "Do everyone a favor and go back to your room."

[smokeeasy]

Hands braced against his knees as he bent over to catch his breath, Badou watched the door as the young man in front of him sealed it with tape. His hand almost reflexively went to one of his guns as the door rattled, but then shifted when it stilled, reaching instead into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulling out the pack of cigarettes there.

He was all set to say thank you to the guy who'd helped him out, whoever he was, but the look he received did manage to change his tone, if not to shut him up outright. "Yeah, well if it's not one thing it's another."

He shook a smoke out of the pack, lifted it to his mouth, and then lit it with a match that he struck one-handed on its own matchbook. He took a long drag, shaking out the match and putting the whole kit back into his pocket before he spoke again, "Wasn't out taking a stroll just for the hell of it. Got somewhere I gotta get to." Either the smoke really was doing its job, or else he'd managed to suddenly get very good at putting on a calm, cool exterior. "Thanks though."