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[talldarksaviour]

WHO: Damon, Belthazor and Hayley [Closed]
WHAT: Snarking and saving lives.
WHERE: Heading towards the South wing
WHEN: Sunday
WARNINGS: Ghostly violence, trauma, scariness etc.

Damon closed his journal and slid it into his pocket. Looking over the assorted cries for help wouldn't get him anywhere. He needed to get down into the lower levels. Needed to

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[athames]

Belthazor's ears immediately perked up at those oh so casual words dropped oh-so-casually into conversation, and made a beeline after the other apparent Inmate. He barely noticed stumbling into one of the other party-goers. "So sorry there," he said with a too bright grin, only just stopping himself from rolling his eyes. But it was Bel, so the sarcasm managed to find another outlet. "Almost missed you down there." And then he was back to following the mystery guest out the door.

"Not exactly going to win any points for subtlety there," Bel said quietly as he exited the main room. Not that he was able to think of anything better than meandering through the crowd, making small talk with random people and trying to catch familiar faces, but that wasn't exactly the point here. Christ, these ports were just never going to be anything fun, were they. Well, whatever. Might as well muddle through this one and get it over with. "Now that we're away, care to share just who you might be?"

Thanks for posting this up, Nemo!

[victimofnoone]

Hayley was standing around awkwardly, holding her gun in her hand because, unlike most people, she didn't have the size to slide it into her belt without it falling out or dragging her down. It was heavy and she really preferred not to have one at all, but she also knew how important it could be if everyone had received one.

When someone bumped into her--or she bumped into them, as she had been turning around, the girl offered an apologetic smile. "I'm sorr-- Oh. Of course it's you."

She turned to glare up at Belthazor only to find him already walking away. Hayley hadn't seen him in what felt like ages, except at a distance in the dining hall. Some part of her was more fond of him than she would ever let on, because the other part of her hated him for being such an uncaring jerk. Without hesitating, she followed after the two to go yell at him, letting herself into their little circle, half-stepping in front of Damon, in the other room and frowned up at the demon. "Are you going to apologize for trying to run me over?"

np! So, to reiterate, assume Damon does what you need and I'll tag when I can.

[talldarksaviour]

"Winning points wasn't the point." Damon sneered. "But if you think you can do better, please." He waved a hand towards the door. "Go ahead. I'm sure your warden won't mind." He turned to walk away, but was brought up short by Hayley's abrupt entrance into their group. He frowned, vaguely recognising her from the last port, not pretty memories, he shook his head clear of them and focused on what she was saying. From her demand, it was clear the two of them at least knew each other.

He sidestepped around her. "Why don't you two keep working on the finer points of subtlety and... apologies. I'll be looking for my warden." He gestured down the hallway and began to walk, half an ear on the two behind to see if they'd follow.

Will do!

[athames]

"Hey, I wasn't the one hamhanding around for support." Bel scoffed right back, clenching a fist because of course his powers weren't working. Again. Which meant, much as he couldn't stand the guy, it would have been incredibly stupid to go down alone. So it was with a low growl that he started after Damon, until a small speed bump put herself in his way. Again.

He didn't spare the eye rolling this time. "If I was trying to run you over, you wouldn't be here to whine about it," he said with another smarmtastic grin as he continued down the hall, drawing even with Damon easily. "And just where, exactly, do you plan on starting to look?" It wasn't as barbed as it could have been, and he wasn't sure if the vampire would take the damn olive branch for what it was.

...Yes, less-barbed is Bel's branching. He never learned to play well with others.