Nightshift 56: Bill's Hardware

Jun 16, 2011 22:50

[from here]After dashing over to the hardware store, it was Yomi’s turn to shatter the lock, allowing them access inside. Here, she took out her flashlight and used it to light the aisles, aimed in such a way as to minimize how much showed through the windows. If the noise didn’t draw something, the light probably would. Nightshifts were no place ( Read more... )

albedo, yomi

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damned_monsters June 28 2011, 20:34:42 UTC
The machete hit home, the blade embedding into the soft tissue of the creature's eye. The movement was quick enough for the necrit to fall without a scream. In contrast, its companion cried from the impact on its stomach and the subsequent crash into a nearby shelf. It shook itself, stumbling painfully on its knees. Hurt but moving ( ... )

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she_is_ruin July 27 2011, 01:50:48 UTC
His expressions were like the shadows, slipping and sliding into new shapes. For a moment, he didn't seem to know what do with her inquiry. Wondering at her motivations for asking what she did, when she did, and how she did.

"Me? Nothing. It turned out well for the odds involved," she said. He expected something, but Yomi wasn't about to give it to him. She just kept looking down at him with a carefree impassivity before she stepped past him to gather up her bag, laying her flashlight down on the top, within easy reach. Now if night ended, she had in her hand what she'd come for. If it returned to her cell with her was another question, one she'd have to wait and see about. "Do you have fun fighting like that? You must."

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purpletaint July 27 2011, 20:43:01 UTC
She gave him nothing, and he wondered, if but briefly. She had all but stated it during the day, after all. Reactions that others gave would not come from her. He shrugged somewhat, the action pulling attention to skin that was sealing over at his bicep. Should he wonder, then, why he was so exhausted? It was becoming more than ridiculous.

Her question reflected back on his own, and unlike her, he had no want of impassivity. The boy near-scowled up at her, eyes narrowed in distaste. "Not at all. I hate the limitations here. It makes things near useless that could be an asset otherwise."

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