The night air snapped him out of his trance. He stood in the doorway for a moment, simply gaping up at the night sky – when was the last time he'd seen the stars? – before stepping on to the grounds and distractedly shutting the door behind him. A frown began to grow on his face again when he gradually picked up from his last negative thought... but then he scratched the back of his head.
"Mmf..." Why was he daydreaming at a time like this? What was the point in complaining about the number of hits he'd taken when they were only gonna keep coming?
...
He straightened, suddenly glaring at the perimeter fence and clenching both fists at his sides. No way! He wouldn't let himself roll over and die! So what if things were bent out of shape? This wasn't much different from the kinds of cases he'd had to deal with in the past! ... O-okay, so maybe it was- b-but he'd hardly call that a good reason for giving up entirely!
Gumshoe gave a huge smile, chest inflating as he sorted everything out in his head. First things first! – make sure Mr. von Karma was contained! If he could figure out his room number, he could lock him in there by breaking off the door handle! ... Then he'd be trapped in his cell all night. Where he belongs. How 'bout that? he thought with a smirk, whirling around and wrenching the door open once more.
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The night air snapped him out of his trance. He stood in the doorway for a moment, simply gaping up at the night sky – when was the last time he'd seen the stars? – before stepping on to the grounds and distractedly shutting the door behind him. A frown began to grow on his face again when he gradually picked up from his last negative thought... but then he scratched the back of his head.
"Mmf..." Why was he daydreaming at a time like this? What was the point in complaining about the number of hits he'd taken when they were only gonna keep coming?
...
He straightened, suddenly glaring at the perimeter fence and clenching both fists at his sides. No way! He wouldn't let himself roll over and die! So what if things were bent out of shape? This wasn't much different from the kinds of cases he'd had to deal with in the past! ... O-okay, so maybe it was- b-but he'd hardly call that a good reason for giving up entirely!
Gumshoe gave a huge smile, chest inflating as he sorted everything out in his head. First things first! – make sure Mr. von Karma was contained! If he could figure out his room number, he could lock him in there by breaking off the door handle! ... Then he'd be trapped in his cell all night. Where he belongs. How 'bout that? he thought with a smirk, whirling around and wrenching the door open once more.