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damned_institute2009-02-02 12:26 am
meitantei.livejournal.com) wrote in damned_institute2009-02-02 12:26 am
Nightshift 38: Men's Bathrooms (M41-M80)
[from here.]
"...But, really, Hei-chan, you ought to tell them about the time that you and Kazu...huh?"
Shinichi had made enough use of the facilities in his day and a half at Landel's to know that the bathrooms did not normally look like that. They were clean and plain and institutional and reeking of antiseptic...just like every other hospital men's room.
These bathrooms, on the other hand, were not like other hospital men's rooms. They looked like a set from a B-rate horror film, except that the slime on the walls and the horrible reek were real. The detective half expected a gaunt woman in a bloodstained kimono to jump out from behind one of the broken stalls and try to eat their brains.
He'd seen dozens of crime scenes over the years, all gruesome and usually very bloody. Shinichi thought that he'd grown accustomed to horror, or at least a thicker skin, but...this was something else entirely.
"...But, really, Hei-chan, you ought to tell them about the time that you and Kazu...huh?"
Shinichi had made enough use of the facilities in his day and a half at Landel's to know that the bathrooms did not normally look like that. They were clean and plain and institutional and reeking of antiseptic...just like every other hospital men's room.
These bathrooms, on the other hand, were not like other hospital men's rooms. They looked like a set from a B-rate horror film, except that the slime on the walls and the horrible reek were real. The detective half expected a gaunt woman in a bloodstained kimono to jump out from behind one of the broken stalls and try to eat their brains.
He'd seen dozens of crime scenes over the years, all gruesome and usually very bloody. Shinichi thought that he'd grown accustomed to horror, or at least a thicker skin, but...this was something else entirely.
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"Awwwww," he whined, but didn't barf at the stuff getting all over him. He's been covered in Flying Bison snot before, so this was nothing.
"Sooooo, I'm still allowed to talk, right? No jokes, but questions? Like... which nation is Japan a part of?" Sokka couldn't stay quiet for long, and now that he wasn't putting all his might into beating at the piping, he found himself curious. Shinichi didn't look it at all, but Heiji could have been Water Tribe if you turned your head, squinted, and knew that he probably came from the swamp like Hugh and the others.
"What about you? What's your Nation?" he turned his head to Commander since the other two had gone off.
Anything but Fire would be good. But they probably weren't since Sokka had already let it slip that he was Water Tribe and water and fire weeeeeren't exactly the best of buds.
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He also would have less reason to keep working with a foreign organization, but that wasn't important either. For ordinary soldiers, who didn't perform duties just for the sake of their king's will, work meant pay. This wasn't very different from that, he'd worked according to their orders so he was due pay.
Sokka's question caught his attention again. "I am not from a nation. I am the commander of the Pig Mask army and I serve King Porky, who rules the world." He was clearly not aware how strange it was that someone so young could look so solemn while saying something like that. "I was working in the Nowhere Islands when I was brought here. I have never heard of Japan, either."
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Assessing the pile, Heiji seemed satisfied, and turned back to the rest of the group. "Okay, we're set here. Let's carry this back t'Kudou's room, then we c'n get you guys weapons. Everyone grab what'cha pried loose and follow me."
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