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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]
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It didn't exactly make him happy to be left entirely to his own devices for the evening. Xelloss could enjoy the misery of others fairly well while fighting alongside them, and exercising a more obvious sadistic bent would just cause others to start targeting him instead of trusting him. Someone was either very silly or very hungry, going around biting women in the middle of the night. It would have to eventually meet a sorry end, but in the meantime, the idea itself was funny enough, both for the victim and the eventual fate of the vampire. Even though he'd enjoyed another set of human meals today, that was different, associated with this fake body. Truly relying on human liquids to survive would be very... tacky?
Without either that sort of drive to create trouble for someone or the convenient orders and structure offered by the clubs, he was a bit lost for the evening. The last time he'd found himself entirely without direction, he'd wandered outside, and found some interesting sights but nothing useful. Maybe tonight would be better to stay indoors... he didn't want to bother with his coat and the weather was hard on his feet anyway.
So, taking up one of his shovels and his flashlight, he headed out to see what the night had to offer.
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