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damned_institute2012-11-18 04:08 pm
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Day 67: Kennel
They just didn't make monsters like they used to. Then again, it hadn't helped that the specimen had been lanky before the infection. He probably would have snapped like a twig with a small breeze before mummifying. At least he stitched well.
Repairing Brook from his first night out had taken a great deal of work from the staff in not only returning him to working order, but retrieving all the pieces he'd managed to lose over the course of the evening. The right arm had been easy enough to get, once cleanup had all but remodeled the pantry, however the smaller pieces had proved difficult to locate between the pantry and the West Wing hallway. The staff could always add some things here and there, but the skeleton had to be whole for this patient, especially if they intended to send him back out. As easily as he broke, they weren't taking any chances.
Metal clanged as the door to a cage slammed shut and clicked to lock, the now repaired form of a mummy slumped back in a corner. He was as lifeless as an undead creature needed to be, but the important thing was that he was whole. Another clang sounded, this time from outside of the cage with the release of a samurai sword. The staff member had lost hold of it for only a moment, enough for it to hit another of the kennels before grabbing it back up. The sound wasn't that loud, however the rattling it caused to the metal sent a shudder through the cages. A dull ring ran through the empty space between his ears before Brook lifted his head.
The breakfast bell...? Brook wondered at the distant lull.
Repairing Brook from his first night out had taken a great deal of work from the staff in not only returning him to working order, but retrieving all the pieces he'd managed to lose over the course of the evening. The right arm had been easy enough to get, once cleanup had all but remodeled the pantry, however the smaller pieces had proved difficult to locate between the pantry and the West Wing hallway. The staff could always add some things here and there, but the skeleton had to be whole for this patient, especially if they intended to send him back out. As easily as he broke, they weren't taking any chances.
Metal clanged as the door to a cage slammed shut and clicked to lock, the now repaired form of a mummy slumped back in a corner. He was as lifeless as an undead creature needed to be, but the important thing was that he was whole. Another clang sounded, this time from outside of the cage with the release of a samurai sword. The staff member had lost hold of it for only a moment, enough for it to hit another of the kennels before grabbing it back up. The sound wasn't that loud, however the rattling it caused to the metal sent a shudder through the cages. A dull ring ran through the empty space between his ears before Brook lifted his head.
The breakfast bell...? Brook wondered at the distant lull.