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damned_institute2008-11-24 12:40 pm
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Entry tags:
- aidou,
- allelujah,
- badou,
- batman,
- brook,
- captain america,
- claude,
- demyx,
- eddie brock,
- fai,
- forte,
- guy,
- harry osborn,
- homura,
- hughes,
- itachi,
- kaiji,
- kenshin,
- kristoph,
- kurogane,
- luxord,
- matsuda,
- mello,
- mikami,
- near,
- peter petrelli,
- phoenix,
- rude,
- sanosuke,
- sanzo,
- scar (tlk),
- schuldig,
- siegfried,
- teisel,
- the flash,
- tokito,
- tony stark,
- tyki,
- valyn,
- xellos,
- xigbar,
- yohji,
- yue,
- zelnick,
- zex
Day 37: Men's Showers
I wouldn't really call this a locker room. More like a bathroom with lockers. The place was uncomfortably crowded, with almost every adult male patient being hustled into the showers at once, but Phoenix wasn't as annoyed by the claustrophobic, milling throng of bodies as he might have otherwise been. Every extra person was one more person who might end up standing between himself and Edgeworth.
He knew that the prosecutor would have a fit if he found out about this. He'd known since he'd tacked that first response up on the bulletin board. And in a way, he couldn't blame him. Phoenix knew that he jumped into things all-or-nothing more often than most people. At the same time, he had some kind of reality testing. He wasn't going to learn the basics of how to defend himself and suddenly decide that he was Rambo.
He found an unoccupied locker in the southwest corner and glanced around, trying to gauge how long he could possibly stall in a locker room, looking as if he was expecting something, before people started looking at him strangely. It would have been easier if he'd known something of the description of the man he was supposed to be meeting. As it was, all he had was handwriting and a military rank, neither of which guaranteed any particular appearance.
It's not as if there was a better way to plan this, though. "Yeah, meet me by the lockers. I'll be wearing gray and a smiley face, just like about a hundred other guys."
[for Hughes]
He knew that the prosecutor would have a fit if he found out about this. He'd known since he'd tacked that first response up on the bulletin board. And in a way, he couldn't blame him. Phoenix knew that he jumped into things all-or-nothing more often than most people. At the same time, he had some kind of reality testing. He wasn't going to learn the basics of how to defend himself and suddenly decide that he was Rambo.
He found an unoccupied locker in the southwest corner and glanced around, trying to gauge how long he could possibly stall in a locker room, looking as if he was expecting something, before people started looking at him strangely. It would have been easier if he'd known something of the description of the man he was supposed to be meeting. As it was, all he had was handwriting and a military rank, neither of which guaranteed any particular appearance.
It's not as if there was a better way to plan this, though. "Yeah, meet me by the lockers. I'll be wearing gray and a smiley face, just like about a hundred other guys."
[for Hughes]
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He turned to Badou, tapping his chin and grinning at the other guy. "...if he's fine with giving you the lighter, I can get you a smoke. 'course, you're wrong on that point; I really do want 'em. So you'll hafta gimme something that's worth a smoke to you. Fair's fair, right?"
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"You can't just help a guy out? Man, you guys are so stingy."
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"Won't be cheap, but... I think I've got an idea. Surprised you haven't thought of it later." Accompanied by one long sweep over Badou's body... Xigbar wasn't really interested by Mr. Geologic Strata of Ew, but he was interested in making the guy squirm. So why not~?