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Entering inside the room, Cloud looked over the shelves. They too seemed to have been picked over, and he wondered if the hospital staff actually noticed. Perhaps all the items that patients took reappeared after a certain amount of time and the staff were unaware that patients were having their own little secret stashes under the bed. He doubted that they were allowed these items, but it was not as if they did room searches either. There could not have been that much trust for the patients.
Walking over to the shelves, he picked through some of the items. He took a screwdriver and actually found some screws to go along with it. There were not any nails, so he had to be satisfied with screws. They would probably hurt a little more, though he did not think the title 'screwbat' would have the same effect.
Pulling himself away from the shelf, he looked down at the mop and bucket. He contemplated the uses of such an object but decided that it would not fit under his bed. He stood around peering at the shelves before walking towards the back wall where there appeared to be an open door.
Passing by the rather odd pair, he simply muttered, "hello, Kadaj." He continued on his way without looking back.
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Entering inside the room, Cloud looked over the shelves. They too seemed to have been picked over, and he wondered if the hospital staff actually noticed. Perhaps all the items that patients took reappeared after a certain amount of time and the staff were unaware that patients were having their own little secret stashes under the bed. He doubted that they were allowed these items, but it was not as if they did room searches either. There could not have been that much trust for the patients.
Walking over to the shelves, he picked through some of the items. He took a screwdriver and actually found some screws to go along with it. There were not any nails, so he had to be satisfied with screws. They would probably hurt a little more, though he did not think the title 'screwbat' would have the same effect.
Pulling himself away from the shelf, he looked down at the mop and bucket. He contemplated the uses of such an object but decided that it would not fit under his bed. He stood around peering at the shelves before walking towards the back wall where there appeared to be an open door.
Passing by the rather odd pair, he simply muttered, "hello, Kadaj." He continued on his way without looking back.
[To Here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/379356.html)]