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Walter, Henry [UNFINISHED LOG]

Mar 30, 2007 20:28

Who: Walter, Henry (and Alessa?)
What: As if Henry was really ever home free.
Where: The hospital
When: A couple of days after Henry was marked.
Open: Not at the moment. Maybe later.

( It could be likened to possession, this all-consuming obsession. )

henry townshend, walter sullivan, alessa gillespie

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21stsacrament March 31 2007, 02:48:13 UTC

The two had reached an apartment building, and Henry had gotten them inside. All the doors had been unlocked, and he'd found a couch to let Alessa get some rest on. The young girl had fallen asleep there, for now. Henry would have to find her some food... she had been complaining about being hungry.

Part of him wished he could remember what being hungry was like.

He glanced around the apartment, looking for a weapon. For something. The handgun was long gone, and completely useless without ammunition...

But there was a baseball bat in the hall closet.

He took it with him as he left, stepping back out into the cool night. If anything, at least he could break open a vending machine with it.

Please, God, don't let there be any other reason to have to use it...

11thsacrament March 31 2007, 02:55:05 UTC

Walter decided to do one better than shutting the computer down - he took his piece of piping that he'd broken off earlier, and raised it high above his head, bringing it down hard against the plastic casing of the computer monitor. It made a cracking noise as it impacted, and he swung again before simply shoving it off of the table. It crashed to the floor, loudly, sending up a shower of sparks.

He turned to leave, feeling almost a twinge of regret at the loss of his temporary companion, but he felt it was necessary.

Leave no trace but what you want found.

He threw the pipe back over his shoulder, and smiled as it made a loud clanging noise as it bounced off the monitor and landed on the floor.

"I'm coming, Henry," he said to the empty hallway as the doors swung shut behind him.

21stsacrament March 31 2007, 03:05:27 UTC

The air was cool on his skin. Henry made a mental note to find a clothing store... or some place a shirt would be. He couldn't stay like this forever. He couldn't stand it.

Walking back towards the hospital, Henry frowned, keeping a close eye on his surroundings. There was no fog here, and that made things easier, at least.

11thsacrament March 31 2007, 03:12:36 UTC

Walter walked with purpose, although, in truth, there was not really much reason behind his decisions - down the hallway, turn left here, another left, now through the first set of doors to the right. It was all instinct - something inside of him that pulled and burned. He knew where he was meant to go, if not the final destination or the exact reasoning.

He was looking for Henry, and he would be guided toward what he sought. That was all that mattered. It was like an internal game of hot and cold, except that he never got cold. Only a warmer feeling in his gut, burning and ripping at the insides as he got closer to that familiar taste.

The taste of his Receiver.

Henry was coming closer. He could almost bet his immortality on it. If the man had gotten away, what would posess him to come back?

You're mine, you know you're mine you belong to me now you cannot leave you cannot escape you will always come back now.Walter smiled and continued down the corridors, following the path laid out for him as though he had red carpet and neon ( ... )

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