People say that every game of solitaire can be won. At the moment, Shuuhei would like to find these people and shove his deck of cards down their throats. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to calm himself from the violent thoughts. That was just his frustration talking. But after four dead-end games in a row...damn. He should've at least won one of them.
"Stupid game." He ran his hand down one of the rows to collect the cards with a mutter. Whoever made up a game where you play against yourself and can still lose must've been a real masochist. Idly, he glanced over in the direction of one of the security cameras.
Solitaire just turned into fifty-two pick up.
"Hey!" He called out to anyone his voice might reach as he went running to the door. Even on such a small screen, he could tell that that guy had seen better days. Shuuhei opened the door carefully before crouching down beside the clone, taking a quick but close look at his injuries.
Vash sighed. Just another boring space of time. He thought idly that Shuuhei might have something more interesting to do, or the two of them could just go out for a drink. It seemed like a good idea, so the man walked in the direction of where Shuuhei was.
But he was met with the man running away towards the door, yelling. Vash took off running after him. What the hell was going on, anyway? Were there attackers? Was it the mafia? Was someone hurt? The experiment came to a skidding stop at the door where the clone had fell and Shuuhei was checking his injuries. Vash frowned, deeply. This was serious.
He crouched down next to Shuuhei. "You hold the door, we should get him inside carefully..." Vash said, darkly, also taking quick note of the boy's injuries.
The clone groaned, going in and out of consiousness and trying to pick himself back up. On a dark shirt it was hard to tell, but he was bleeding through it and had various other abrasions and scrapes that were shedding blood onto the pavement and the door.
After a couple attempts, he gave up trying to move and just went still, waiting patiently to be helped.
Shuuhei glanced over at Vash, keeping his own expression as neutral as possible. But the frown on the blonde man's lips mirrored his feelings exactly.
"Wonder who did this." He muttered, but it was mostly to himself. In this city, the possibilities seemed dauntingly endless. "Hey." He placed a hand lightly against the boy's shoulder, silently telling him not to move.
Even with the clone's dark shirt, Shuuhei could still smell the scent of blood. It bothered him a little that he recognized it so well. It wasn't a smell that he was fond of. Vash's order was met with a single nod before he stood up. Shuuhei held the door, keeping a watchful eye on the other man and the clone. When it came to healing, he wasn't sure how good he was. But it wasn't from a lack of respect for doctors. He was just more of a fighter. "You know anything about this kind of stuff?"
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"Stupid game." He ran his hand down one of the rows to collect the cards with a mutter. Whoever made up a game where you play against yourself and can still lose must've been a real masochist. Idly, he glanced over in the direction of one of the security cameras.
Solitaire just turned into fifty-two pick up.
"Hey!" He called out to anyone his voice might reach as he went running to the door. Even on such a small screen, he could tell that that guy had seen better days. Shuuhei opened the door carefully before crouching down beside the clone, taking a quick but close look at his injuries.
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But he was met with the man running away towards the door, yelling. Vash took off running after him. What the hell was going on, anyway? Were there attackers? Was it the mafia? Was someone hurt? The experiment came to a skidding stop at the door where the clone had fell and Shuuhei was checking his injuries. Vash frowned, deeply. This was serious.
He crouched down next to Shuuhei. "You hold the door, we should get him inside carefully..." Vash said, darkly, also taking quick note of the boy's injuries.
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After a couple attempts, he gave up trying to move and just went still, waiting patiently to be helped.
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"Wonder who did this." He muttered, but it was mostly to himself. In this city, the possibilities seemed dauntingly endless. "Hey." He placed a hand lightly against the boy's shoulder, silently telling him not to move.
Even with the clone's dark shirt, Shuuhei could still smell the scent of blood. It bothered him a little that he recognized it so well. It wasn't a smell that he was fond of. Vash's order was met with a single nod before he stood up. Shuuhei held the door, keeping a watchful eye on the other man and the clone. When it came to healing, he wasn't sure how good he was. But it wasn't from a lack of respect for doctors. He was just more of a fighter. "You know anything about this kind of stuff?"
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