Manfred von Karma (
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damned_institute2009-05-30 05:40 pm
Night 41: Recreational Field
[From here]
Just as in the hallways inside the building, the field looked completely deserted. von Karma saw not a single person nor creature upon it. Far to the northwest was his destination: an old supply shed that contained items that he would find marginally useful to defend himself -- at least until he could acquire something better. As much as he dreaded making that trek once again to that filthy, dusty old structure, he headed for it, keeping under the cover of the shadows of the main building. As he did so, he warily looked around for signs of potential danger, gripping his flashlight tightly in his hand in case of a sudden attack.
Just as in the hallways inside the building, the field looked completely deserted. von Karma saw not a single person nor creature upon it. Far to the northwest was his destination: an old supply shed that contained items that he would find marginally useful to defend himself -- at least until he could acquire something better. As much as he dreaded making that trek once again to that filthy, dusty old structure, he headed for it, keeping under the cover of the shadows of the main building. As he did so, he warily looked around for signs of potential danger, gripping his flashlight tightly in his hand in case of a sudden attack.

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The electric spike popped out of the bounty hunter's wrist, and he aimed it at the human and shot a bolt at him. He knew that he risked damaging the shed this way, but the employers never said he had to be careful with the field itself or anything in it.
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Shit. I can't get hit by that. It'll kill me in one shot.
Hitsugaya threw his clothing rod like a javelin at Lockdown's face. He doubted the wooden pole would harm the steel behemoth, but at the very least it should distract him. Since staying out in the open was to his disadvantage, there was only one option left. Without waiting to see the results of his feeble distraction, Hitsugaya dove in through the open doorway.
[To here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/646889.html)]
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Unfortunately, that minor distraction had allowed the human to get away from him, into the shed. The bounty hunter knelt down and looked into the shed, calling out, "Come out, come out, Wherever you are."
Lockdown switched his optics setting to infrared and caught sight of the human. He considered firing another paralyzing bolt at him, but then decided against it, since that would mean he would have to reach in and grab him. Best to just flush him out. A panel in the bounty hunter's chest opened and he fired two smoke bombs into the shed.
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Hitsugaya came out of the shed, barreling through the gap between Lockdown's legs. The wall was close by. Could he make it? He had to. The alternative was death, and that was unacceptable, especially after everything he said to Hinamori.
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The bounty hunter held the inmate at optic-level and smirked at him sardonically, "Told you that you couldn't escape. Maybe I oughta break your legs to get the point across."
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"Maybe next time," he replied, a cool, knife-life edge to his tone. Lifting his arms, Hitsugaya slipped through his loose shirt, dropping to the ground. There was no time to think; there was only one choice left to him. At this distance he should be able to pull it off.
His reiatsu rose as Hitsugaya flash stepped. To an onlooker, such high speed movement made the young shinigami seemingly disappear, and in the next moment, he reappeared on top of the wall.
"Guh!"
Dropping to a knee, he coughed up some blood.
So this is what Matsumoto and Hinamori were talking about. I have to get off the wall!
Dropping down would take too long, so he jumped.
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Just like the last human he had dealt with, the inmate seemingly teleported out of his reach, causing Lockdown to snarl with frustration. This was starting to get very irritating.
Lockdown looked up, seeing that the man had reappeared on the wall, and, also like the last inmate, began coughing up red organic vital fluid (blood, wasn't it called?). Lockdown saw his chance to do some actual damage now. He withdrew the spike once more and shot a bolt at the retreating inmate.
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[Falling over here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/639553.html?thread=54004289#t54004289)]
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For what felt like the hundredth time tonight, Lockdown resumed his guarding position, stealthed, in vehicle mode and sitting on the far side of the field.