Nightshift 39: Activities Shed

[winged_moon]

[from here]

Upon entering the shed Yue decided that it wasn't the kind of place that he wanted to spend a lot of time - it was crowded enough to hide all manner of unpleasant creatures and make it difficult to fight them once they'd emerged. He made a quick survey of the area, frowning slightly as he looked over the assortment of equipment, but there was only one thing he particularly wanted here.

He moved over toward the assortment of baseball bats, reaching out for a twin to the one Ken had given him the week before. Perhaps he should take two, he wondered, so he could give one to his roommate to replace the one he'd lost. After only a second's thought, though, he rejected the idea, as carrying two around would be more awkward than it was worth. Ken would certainly understand.

"Let's move quickly," he told Touya, returning his attention to his companion once more. "I don't want to stay here any longer than we have to."

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[guardiancomplex.livejournal.com]

"Right," Touya said, taking the bat from Yue. He couldn't put his finger on it, but the guardian looked... very strange carrying a weapon. Especially one that was so blunt and seemingly mundane. But he brushed the thought away. If Yue caught him zoning out, it would be back to the room for him--pointed comments all the way home.

"Let's get out of here, then," he said, turning back for the door.

(And back to here! (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/579063.html?thread=48353783#t48353783))

[rides-on-top.livejournal.com]

[From here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/579063.html?view=48926455#t48926455).]

The inside of the shed was dark and cramped, but that gave him little trouble. Emmett immediately grabbed an aluminum bat from the rack near the wall and tucked it under his arm, even if he strength wasn't up to par he still had a powerful swing. Unfortunately he wasn't able to locate anything else that was useful, the only thing close to rope for a bridle was an old net. He had a feeling that the bird's sharp beak could easily tear through the frayed material, but he was out of options in that department. With a sigh Emmett picked up the net and slung it over his shoulder.

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/579063.html?thread=48864759#t48914167)]

They'd made it to the equipment shed. Alec cast around for a second - they weren't the first here tonight - and picked up a baseball bat. Wooden, not aluminum. Those were too lightweight, didn't have the heft he needed. This was good. He wasn't about to think of anything creative to do with a basketball, but this was passable at least.

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

His anxiety nearly consuming him, Armand followed Alec hesitantly. He looked around and saw the helmets and pads. To him the helmets looked a lot like leather helms, which were a kind of armor. "Are there any more of those clubs?" he asked as he poked at the rest of the equipment with the tip of his sword. "That might be something useful for TK." The big soldier had done quite a lot of damage with the pieces of a broken broom handle.

He turned off his light and put it in his pocket, so he could pick up a few baseballs and put them in his pillowcase.

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

Trevelyan leaned over and picked up two more. "Sure," he said. "Wood or metal?" The helmets might be useful - God knew he didn't need another head injury - but he wasn't going to grab any right out. He'd look like some sort of demented baseball player, if he had that and a bat.

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

Armand stuffed one of the helmets into the pillowcase as well while he considered what choice to make. "Metal. I think he'd be more comfortable with it." His pillowcase felt quite heavy for once.

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

Trevelyan handed Armand the metal bat and stuck another metal one into his pillowcase-sack. Who knew when he'd be back here again? Following that logic, he picked up a couple of baseballs and filled the pillowcase with those, too. Good for use as projectiles and coshes...and God knew he was resourceful.

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

With a nod of thanks, Armand stuffed the bat into his pillowcase. "Anything else we should get while we're here?" He was thrilled to have accomplished so much, even though much of it wasn't due to his own effort.

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

Trevelyan looked around for a moment. He'd skip the pads - too flimsy. As for the helmet...bah, his head was hard enough on its own. He'd leave that alone, too.

"I'm done," he said. Pity they hadn't decided to raid the pharmacy instead, but that could wait until tomorrow night. It disturbed him that he was thinking in those terms, that this was something to be lived through and dealt with rather than escaped from. Maybe some small part of him had acknowledged that he was in hell. A half-assed, severely idiotic version of hell, but hell all the same.

(Fade to black okay? Get your mind out of the gutter! If not okay, can re-post.)

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

Although Alec seemed to be fully engaged tonight, he wasn't that talkative. "I... right. Let's go then." Armand shouldered his pillowcase and started for the door, shining his new found light ahead. Then--being outside they couldn't hear the intercom--the familiar sudden curtain of black unconsciousness took him. He hated that.

(Hur hur, you can't make me.)

[janus-006.livejournal.com]

Alec hadn't meant to be short with Armand, but he was in Mission Mode now, and careless talk more often than not got you killed. He started to follow the Frenchman, and felt the world just fade out.

Fucking hell, were we out that long? was the only thing he had time to think before morning broke.