(Untitled)

[453gof_flesh]

Who: Mr Clapet and Sgt. Donowitz.
Where: The Infirmary. He can't go anywhere.
When: Right now. He's just woken up.
What: Righteous fury, mainly. With a dose of messed up Clapet.
Warnings: Talk of forced self mutilation.

Comments

[actuallyagolem]

Donny had been waiting for Clapet to wake up for the last hour or so. His forehead was crudely stitched up and because of it he had spent most of his time waiting by turning away when somebody walked past, thinking that they might yell at him for not coming to the infirmary sooner. He also just wasn't in the mood for chitchat - any sort of chitchat, and the last thing he wanted to do was fly off the handle in the middle of a hospital.

Eventually he had gotten tired of waiting and went to get himself a cup of coffee, careful to avoid just about everyone as he wandered the halls. He had gotten lucky though, and found Clapet awake and looking like an angry mess when he slipped back into the infirmary.

"Hey."

He stirred his coffee and pulled the curtains shut around them.

[453gof_flesh]

Donny was here, and Clapet didn't quite know what to say to him now he was. He stared at his warden blankly, trying to kill that anger, as he didn't want to flip out at Donny. Other people, most definitely.

It wasn't particularly working, and despite his efforts, he asked Donny, quietly and harshly, "Did you kill her?"

Because if Donny didn't, he would. Not that he knew how he'd do it right now, but that was a different problem.

[actuallyagolem]

He was just too exhausted to join Clapet in his fury. Donny guessed that he just couldn't handle the rage like he used to, and being away from a warzone for so long had made him a little more soft. He sipped his coffee carefully and shook his head. "No, just beat her up."

He found his seat again and propped himself up in it.

[453gof_flesh]

"Ugh." Clapet would accept that Donny probably did what he could, because he wanted to save all his anger for the people responsible, and not Donny.

"Did you find out why that fucking bitch thought it had anything to do with her?" He was tired, and angry, but these were the questions which were pressing on his mind the most heavily. These were the questions that made him want to find something and stab people.

Which was most definitely going to be the method of self defence he returned to; scaring people off. Trying to play for sympathy, trying to explain was worthless. People didn't listen, just exacted these kind of twisted experiments.