Night 59: Activities Shed

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Even though the temperature in the shed was not much different from the field's, Niikura could honestly say that he had never been more grateful for a roof in his life. He turned on his flashlight as he went in, shivering in the cold air, and briefly resting his sword against a wall so that he could try to rub some feeling back into his arms. After several failed attempts, they had finally made it...and nothing had tried to kill them the moment they had entered. Sounded like a small victory to him.

"Well? See anything?" He looked back toward Mike and Shiina. "Lookin' for bats, right?" Water was dripping into his eyes...he swiped the back of his hand across them and then shook his head, sending droplets flying everywhere, before resuming his flashlight search. "Looks like they've got wooden ones and metal ones, so take your pick."

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[hiddenbadass]

Mike had never really had the delightful opportunity to be in soaking wet clothes, and he hoped to never have the chance to do so ever again. Water and rain didn't bother him as much as he did when he was a turtle--you just got used to it, after a while--but this body complained it was cold in a way that was all too foreign. He started shivering, which felt wrong, and wrapped his arm around himself once he was completely in the shed.

Well, this sucked. Not even just a little. Completely and utterly sucked. But at least there were weapons, and that was enough to make that night a bit less crappy. He needed a weapon, and here there were several.

"Don't see any nunchucks, d-do you?" Mike asked, his teeth chattering for a moment.

Okay, being human sucked. At least his old body hadn't of screamed at him while its core temperature went down. He just got slower. Mike could go on and on about the differences, but he really had more important things to do.

His eyes turned to regard the bats. "Metal. More durable, lighter, and you can hit harder. Unless you care about tradition."

[requitedfate.livejournal.com]

Fun? Maybe if they hadn't been running for their lives from giant, man-eating cockroaches. Well, okay, she could admit it was a little fun in retrospect, but next time she would appreciate a little more warning before he just carried her away.

The journey to the shed was a nervous one. If there were any smaller monsters out here they would be hard to see in the darkness imposed by the dark haze above them. The rain was falling in heavy sheets and causing the ground to soften considerably. Shiina honestly felt thankful for the uniforms now, if only for the protection the boots offered against the mud.

The shed had little insulation but provided a boon by at least offering them a roof over their heads. Shiina followed Mike's example, wrapping her arms around her to try and cut the chill. His advice seemed sound, so she nodded and reached for one of the metal bats. There were plenty to choose from. "Th-then I'll t-take this one."

She had never held a metal baseball bat before. She had run track in middle school and high school to make up for the physical education requirements, but sports had never been one of her strengths or hobbies. In her hands, it felt strange to say the least. This wasn't just a baseball bat. It was a weapon.

Gritting her teeth, she gave a small swing away from Mike and Shou to test the heft. She'd like to see one of those cockroach things come at her now.

[oneman-onekill.livejournal.com]

The chill was starting to settle more thoroughly in his bones, so Niikura had resorted to pacing restlessly across the length of the shed. When Mike mentioned nunchucks, he tried to laugh, but his teeth were chattering too, enough so that it didn't quite sound right. "H-ha-ha-ha, c'mon, nunchucks h-here?" He knew that Mike was joking--or rather, "joking", but playing along worked better in his opinion.

He watched as both of them picked up bats, and sighed a bit internally as Shiina took a practice swing. You'd be okay with this, right, Hazama? The problem was that he was also technically Hazama, and if he was feeling slightly uneasy...damn it. Really, though, he had no choice. It was just him here, him and Mike if he stretched, and the two of them weren't enough to protect Shiina from everything.

That was probably the lesson he ought to have learned by now, that he couldn't protect Shiina from everything, but Shou could be stubborn like that.

"S-so what now...?" Niikura looked around and - well, maybe it was just him, but the walls were starting to look a little foreboding. He picked up his sword again on instinct. "I kinda don't want to go back out in that storm..."

[hiddenbadass]

"I'd rather be stuck out in the storm than stuck here where we're cornered rats," Mike shook his head. "There's only one way in or out."

He picked up one aluminum bat only to shove it down the back of his uniform and go for another. It was a bit awkward, but with his shirt tucked in, it wasn't going anywhere. The bat would make it harder for him to bend over, which was exactly what he was used to. He grabbed a second one.

"Got any other ideas on where we can get some 'goodies', Niikura?" Mike asked, turning his gaze to the most 'senior' member of the team in terms of time at the Institute. "I'm good with followin' you."

[requitedfate.livejournal.com]

Now that they had weapons it seemed the most logical thing to do now was.... What? Escape? Run away? Was that possible with a place full of monsters to guard it at night and military involvement during the daytime? Shiina didn't like the odds, but what choice did they have? Stay her and be manipulated into following along with this experiment until they outlived their usefulness? That didn't seem like the way Hazama would want them to live the rest of their lives. But Hazama wasn't here anymore. Niikura was. Shiina had decided, wherever Shou went (whichever Shou that happened to be) then she would follow.

Mike's suggestion that the shed was more like a cage than anything struck something inside of her. She wasn't going to stand back and let the danger come to her. If they were going to get out of this then she would be right along with them. Grabbing Shou's arm, she walked with him out the door.

"C'mon. Let's go..."