After the all-too-brief chat with his roommate, Conklin gathered up the map he'd found attached to the bulletin board, the meeting spot for the night circled, and his cane. He glanced at the hated wheelchair. If they were going to be carrying metal around, it would make sense to have something to put it in. He knew that only one hand of his would be free for a fact.
And besides, the damned contraption could actually be of some use. Smirking slightly, he dragged the folded-up chair along behind him as he proceeded to the meeting place.
But he did have to admit, the Head Doctor kind of freaked him out.
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And besides, the damned contraption could actually be of some use. Smirking slightly, he dragged the folded-up chair along behind him as he proceeded to the meeting place.
But he did have to admit, the Head Doctor kind of freaked him out.
[to here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/362546.html?thread=29176114#t29176114).]