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Who: Diogenes (fraterminor) and Stango (playingbadcop)
Where: Hedge maze! Because I said so.
When: ...Right now? Probably after Stango gets some EVE from Sinclair.
Rating: Somewhere between PG-13 and R for violence.
Summary: Stango and Diogenes run into each other in the hedge maze; HEAVEN OR HELL, LET'S ROCK!
the Story:
Stango meant to save his first EVE hypo for later, but somewhere on the way back to his room, its blue glow started to draw his eye, and the itch got worse, and he started to sweat. He's been around long enough to know that the mansion's hall monitors like to catch people at their worst, so instead of heading back to his room, he's come outside and lost himself in the hedge maze.
There, he holds the needle up to the evening light and shudders. He's never seen one that big, and doesn't relish the thought of sticking it in himself. But he remembers feeling strong, he remembers walls blurring by, obstacles simply falling away, and that's stronger than his fear of the needle. He closes his eyes, punctures the skin, and depresses the plunger.
The muscles in his arm spasm, and the empty syringe falls from his hand. He opens his eyes and lifts his head, face sheened in sweat, but smiling.
Where: Hedge maze! Because I said so.
When: ...Right now? Probably after Stango gets some EVE from Sinclair.
Rating: Somewhere between PG-13 and R for violence.
Summary: Stango and Diogenes run into each other in the hedge maze; HEAVEN OR HELL, LET'S ROCK!
the Story:
Stango meant to save his first EVE hypo for later, but somewhere on the way back to his room, its blue glow started to draw his eye, and the itch got worse, and he started to sweat. He's been around long enough to know that the mansion's hall monitors like to catch people at their worst, so instead of heading back to his room, he's come outside and lost himself in the hedge maze.
There, he holds the needle up to the evening light and shudders. He's never seen one that big, and doesn't relish the thought of sticking it in himself. But he remembers feeling strong, he remembers walls blurring by, obstacles simply falling away, and that's stronger than his fear of the needle. He closes his eyes, punctures the skin, and depresses the plunger.
The muscles in his arm spasm, and the empty syringe falls from his hand. He opens his eyes and lifts his head, face sheened in sweat, but smiling.