NIGHTSHIFT 33: M41 - M50 Hallway

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The Head Doctor's announcement was intriguing, to say the least. Putting that information together with what Kagura had told him about trying to climb the walls last night made Leon quite curious to investigate the Rec Field.

But doing that in his current condition and with his current lack of weapons would be suicide. Leon pulled on the heavy, grey sweater and collected his flashlight and baseball bat. He tore the pages with the maps out of his journal, and tucked them into his pocket. The second floor supposedly had some interesting things. Things like knives.

With a goal in mind, Leon walked down the hall, relying on the light from other patients' flashlights to guide him, at least for now. [to here]

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Lucivar kept his mouth shut as Renji changed his clothing, his anger bubbling beneath the surface. The signs were all there and it infuriated him to see another Warlord so scarred. The taint should have been pulled from the web but it seemed as though this land was beyond Cat's power.

Once Renji was fully dressed, Lucivar felt it safe to address him once more. "I believe outside would be best," he said gruffly. "We Eyriens prefer open places. Which is the easiest way to the sports field where we fought earlier today?"

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Renji shrugged, settling his kimono a little better on his shoulders. "That's okay," he said. "It's probably a nice night out anyway. And it's quicker to get there. Just up the hall and we're out." He picked up his sword, checking to make sure that it was wrapped up well. He wasn't going to fight Lucivar with it, obviously, but he didn't want to be caught without a weapon, not after some of the stuff he'd seen around.

He thought for a moment as he tucked the sword into his makeshift belt. "Want a pipe or two off the bed frame?" he asked. He'd certainly made do with that sort of thing before he'd gotten his sword.

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Lucivar nodded and walked over to the bed. He didn't know why he hadn't thought to pull the bed apart but then again, without his jewels and his sticks he mostly relied on his brute strength. "A pipe would be best in case we run into any of those monsters," he said, giving Renji a smile. "I'll finish it with one blow instead of taking the time to dismantle it limb by limb."

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Renji chuckled softly. "Yeah, first couple nights I was here, all I had were my fists and those pens. I managed and all, but it just takes so fucking long..."

He went over to his desk and fished the trusty trauma sheers out, then squatted down by the foot of the bed and started working on the screws. He'd done it often enough now that he figured he wouldn't slip too often. "The metal they make the beds out of is shit, but it's better than nothing. Weird thing is, when you wake up in the morning, you'll still have the pipe." He dropped the first screw on the ground and quickly set to work on the next. "And I'll have a whole bed."

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"The pens were a nice choice," Lucivar nodded, watching Renji work. He was glad that the man had something to preoccupy him from his thoughts. Hearing him chuckle made Lucivar confident that the man was strong enough to get past the horrors of what had happened to him. "I nearly took Daemon out with a wooden chair my first evening. Not as subtle as a pen but boy, was the Bastard surprised."

The information about the bed was interesting. There must be some sort of time lapse between the last message from the doctor of the evening and the first message of the following morning. Some how, they were all taken back to their rooms and their wounds were bandaged. Now it seemed as though furniture was also returned. It was very puzzling and Lucivar couldn't wrap his mind around it. Not yet, anyway.

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Renji gave Lucivar a crooked smile. "I grew up in a rough part of town," he said. "So I learned to improvise when I was young." The smile became something of a grin when he thought about Daemon getting taken out with a wooden chair. It was a funny, funny thought. "That's a good one, too. 's funny here, hearin' people bitch about how they don't have their guns or whatever. Guess they're not smart enough to figure out what else they could use."

He pulled the second metal pipe free of the bed frame and handed it off to Lucivar. He'd managed to cut himself once with the shears. Out of habit more than anything else, he ripped a strip off the sheet still on the bed and wrapped it around his hand.

"Alright," he said. "Let's go."

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