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Day: 5
Characters: Axel (fiery_finale), Paul (andgettingworse)
Summary: A check on medication and shameless plotting with fire.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Afternoon, First Recreation Time (during the beginning of the party).
Status: Closed, Incomplete.
Pyromaniac.
The catch was so good it was not even funny anymore. Except that Paul couldn't fight the gleeful smile that lazily spread over his lips when he read through the patient's file again. Dangerous, indeed. More than an excuse to invite him for a medical check, and this, at least, was nothing that pesky security unit could interfere with. Much more than the status of Axel's medication, however, Paul was interested in exactly the specific little issue in the man's head. Worst of all, he couldn't say that he couldn't relate.
Many of the staff and patients were out at this stupid party, but Paul had never gotten any excitement from things as simple as that, and if a man enjoyed his work, there was nothing to be said if he'd just stick to that. His idea of socialising was a bit of "private time" with the individual patients rather than such an event.
Finally, he put the file down, and looked straight at Axel, eyes never blinking, expression empty except for an unstable, somewhat threatening kind of curiosity. Now that man wasn't only a pyromaniac, he even had the looks for it, and seemed rather cheerful. Wasn't that funny. "So..." he started, with that permanent, subliminal sneer in his voice. "Experiencing any weird symptoms since you're on medication, shorttime?"
Characters: Axel (fiery_finale), Paul (andgettingworse)
Summary: A check on medication and shameless plotting with fire.
DAY/NIGHT & Time: Afternoon, First Recreation Time (during the beginning of the party).
Status: Closed, Incomplete.
Pyromaniac.
The catch was so good it was not even funny anymore. Except that Paul couldn't fight the gleeful smile that lazily spread over his lips when he read through the patient's file again. Dangerous, indeed. More than an excuse to invite him for a medical check, and this, at least, was nothing that pesky security unit could interfere with. Much more than the status of Axel's medication, however, Paul was interested in exactly the specific little issue in the man's head. Worst of all, he couldn't say that he couldn't relate.
Many of the staff and patients were out at this stupid party, but Paul had never gotten any excitement from things as simple as that, and if a man enjoyed his work, there was nothing to be said if he'd just stick to that. His idea of socialising was a bit of "private time" with the individual patients rather than such an event.
Finally, he put the file down, and looked straight at Axel, eyes never blinking, expression empty except for an unstable, somewhat threatening kind of curiosity. Now that man wasn't only a pyromaniac, he even had the looks for it, and seemed rather cheerful. Wasn't that funny. "So..." he started, with that permanent, subliminal sneer in his voice. "Experiencing any weird symptoms since you're on medication, shorttime?"