[and one more time, from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/395974.html?view=32303558#t32303558)]
A brief interval later, Leon returned. He was now wearing the clothing taken from the patient possessions room, less the blazer and cravat, and he had the broom handle freed of the straw end. In the place of the straw was his kitchen knife, taped to the broom handle with that silvery fabric tape he'd found in the janitor's closet--it wasn't as strong as a real spear, but it would do for now. He also had the metal pipe with him, though he'd left the syringes and everything else in his room. "Ready."
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A brief interval later, Leon returned. He was now wearing the clothing taken from the patient possessions room, less the blazer and cravat, and he had the broom handle freed of the straw end. In the place of the straw was his kitchen knife, taped to the broom handle with that silvery fabric tape he'd found in the janitor's closet--it wasn't as strong as a real spear, but it would do for now. He also had the metal pipe with him, though he'd left the syringes and everything else in his room. "Ready."