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damned_institute2009-01-24 07:33 pm
toxicspiderman) wrote in damned_institute2009-01-24 07:33 pm
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Nightshift 38: M81-90 Hallway
Well-behaved. Fuck that noise. An image sprung briefly to mind -- Tess, wandering around in the old kitchen, pre-morning caffeine, in flannel pants and a T-shirt reading "Well-behaved women seldom make history" in letters that were slowly peeling off. He'd offered her coffee and she'd about taken his head off. Some sort of detox crap about switching to green tea. Fuck that, too. S.T. hadn't had anything with a statistically significant amount of caffeine in days, and he was feeling it. Pounding headache, dry mouth, like a hangover without the good part.
Maybe the kitchen would have a secret stash. Then again, this would wear off in a few more days, though, if he kept with the cold turkey. Six of one. He'd see what the kitchen had, first.
He rubbed his temples as he collected his gear -- same as last night. Flashlight, pillowcase, radio-belt, maps, paper, pens, shopping list. All in place. He sat down briefly to add his one new addition -- some strips of cloth binding his slippers on more tightly.
He stood up, and walked out the door of M90, slamming it behind him.
[skipping a hall to here]
Maybe the kitchen would have a secret stash. Then again, this would wear off in a few more days, though, if he kept with the cold turkey. Six of one. He'd see what the kitchen had, first.
He rubbed his temples as he collected his gear -- same as last night. Flashlight, pillowcase, radio-belt, maps, paper, pens, shopping list. All in place. He sat down briefly to add his one new addition -- some strips of cloth binding his slippers on more tightly.
He stood up, and walked out the door of M90, slamming it behind him.
[skipping a hall to here]