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Day: 58
Characters: Cross Marian underzealous, Mitsuki Konishi ferrousfemme, Chase Young no_afterword.
Summary: Konishi and Chase take some time to interview one of the asylum's ringleaders about why exactly he was snooping around a restricted area the night before.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night
Status: Closed | Incomplete
Cross Marian.
One of the asylum's ringleaders, a voice calming voice for frightened patients and a man well in possession of himself in spite of the various dangers facing him. A clever man, Konishi thought; one would have to be, to have survived so long here, and stayed so well-intact...
Until this last escapade, of course, which had found him in a restricted area, snooping around, menacing fellow staff. What could he have been doing so far afield? What troubles could he have gotten in to?
They would find out, of course. That was what the dank, sweating, claustrophobic little room was for, of course; the needles laid out in glistening rows, the clouded and colored drugs in bottles, the chair with thick, scarred leather straps. Konishi felt a stirring of cold excitement in her breast, the same that always rose up in her on the last day of a Game, when she was at last allowed to unsheath her claws and start counting coup on remaining Players.
She was quite looking forward to meeting Cross Marian, and to seeing one of her fellow staff in action. Konishi found a perch on one of the sturdy chair arms, crossing her ankles primly, and waited for Mr. Marian (and his escort) to arrive.
Characters: Cross Marian underzealous, Mitsuki Konishi ferrousfemme, Chase Young no_afterword.
Summary: Konishi and Chase take some time to interview one of the asylum's ringleaders about why exactly he was snooping around a restricted area the night before.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Night
Status: Closed | Incomplete
Cross Marian.
One of the asylum's ringleaders, a voice calming voice for frightened patients and a man well in possession of himself in spite of the various dangers facing him. A clever man, Konishi thought; one would have to be, to have survived so long here, and stayed so well-intact...
Until this last escapade, of course, which had found him in a restricted area, snooping around, menacing fellow staff. What could he have been doing so far afield? What troubles could he have gotten in to?
They would find out, of course. That was what the dank, sweating, claustrophobic little room was for, of course; the needles laid out in glistening rows, the clouded and colored drugs in bottles, the chair with thick, scarred leather straps. Konishi felt a stirring of cold excitement in her breast, the same that always rose up in her on the last day of a Game, when she was at last allowed to unsheath her claws and start counting coup on remaining Players.
She was quite looking forward to meeting Cross Marian, and to seeing one of her fellow staff in action. Konishi found a perch on one of the sturdy chair arms, crossing her ankles primly, and waited for Mr. Marian (and his escort) to arrive.