Night 44: Activities Shed

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Once inside, Junpei shut the door and swept the area with his flashlight. Good. No creepy crawlies were visible, and he wasn't about to wait to see if any emerged.

Having been in there before, he knew exactly what he wanted and where it was located. Grabbing a mesh bag, Junpei emptied the soccer balls out of it. With an uncharacteristic efficiency fueled by the knowledge that the longer it took him, the longer Evangeline would be waiting (which couldn't be good), he stuffed the leg and chest pieces of a catcher's set into the bag and then grabbed a pair of soccer shin guards to serve as bracers.

Ready to go, Junpei was about to swing the bag over his shoulder when he decided to grab a catcher's mask while he was at it. Just in case. He didn't really think Okita would be taking shots at his face, but he'd rather not ruin his rugged good-looks because he didn't have protection. Now he was ready.

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Minato was tense as he entered the shed, and he glanced down at his feet as he accidentally kicked a stray soccer ball into a tangle of spider webs. Whoever had been in here had left balls all over the floor, and he had to navigate his way over them to take a closer look at the equipment strewn about. Balls, netting, helmets and padding… Many things that he could make use of if he had the time look over everything. But the boards of the activity shed were creaking, and he was already wary of the inhuman screams he had heard out on the field. The last thing he needed was to be caught by … something in an enclosed space like this.

He aimed his flashlight below the pegs where the helmets were hung when he saw something shine off the light. Baseball bats. There were several lined up, wooden and metal, and Minato quickly put his closet rod aside to heft up one of the metal bats. Light weight but firm, it couldn’t have been made out of anything particularly strong—probably aluminum, from what little he knew about baseball from his varied reading and web-surfing. But metal was metal, and he could probably give it to Leon for his sword.

Growing steadily more focused on what he needed to do, Minato crossed back to the other side of the shed, where the soccer balls were kept in mesh sacks. He pulled one open and dumped its contents onto a folded-up volleyball net; most of the balls stayed in place, while a few rolled free to add to the clutter on the wooden floor. Oh well—at least he’d tried.

Sack in hand, Minato began pulling gear off of the walls. Two of the aluminum bats, a set of soccer shin guards, a baseball… He was tempted to take a baseball helmet, but the ones he immediately saw would cover his ears. After a moment’s contemplation, he also grabbed an unmarked blue jersey out of a pile. He would rather wear a faded jersey than the smiley-faced shirt the institute had “bestowed” upon him.

He slipped his closet rod into the bag as well before testing its weight. If he tried to bring along too much equipment, he’d only be putting himself in a bad position if he encountered a situation he needed to flee from. Like the Reaper.

Hefting the bag over one shoulder and trying to ignore the ominous creaking floorboards, he hurried back out the double doors.

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