damned_institute | Night 45: Men's Bathrooms M01-M40

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Night 45: Men's Bathrooms M01-M40

[from here.]

Yukari didn't push the door completely open right away; instead, she peered through a small crack, and when there was nothing but silence in the restroom, she then proceeded further in. Before stepping away from the door, she shined her flashlight in every imaginable direction, and thankfully it proved that they were the only occupants in the room so far.

"Looks like it's clear," Yukari announced to Luke behind her, and with a little more ease she ventured in some more. After glancing around one last time, she stopped in place, turning around to face him, and gestured toward the sinks. "There. Have at 'em."

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For the moment, Luke kept his questions to himself, following her the rest of the way to the bathroom. He followed her in, taking a similar pause to see if anyone else was there. Only then did he wonder if she knew any of his friends, but he realized he had a mission to pursue, and that he needed to get that done first. His nose wrinkled instinctively at the sight of the pipes, as he easily remembered what she said. Stinky stuff was in there? Well, this was definitely going to be a pretty interesting experience.

"Just break it off?" he asked, a simple enough question. These pipes appeared to work differently from the ones he was familiar with (from the abandoned factory), and it wasn't like he'd gone and used something like that before. Luke advanced upon them, setting down his flashlight carefully so he could point it up toward the pipes. His fingers wrapped around them and started to shake a little, just to see how he would be able to get them to work to his favor. If there was gross stuff inside, he definitely didn't want Yukari to have to deal with it—but if there was, he needed to know what he was doing to limit how much contact he had with it. The last thing he wanted was to be a walking smelly thing all night.

From where she stood, Yukari aimed her flashlight in Luke's direction to give him even more light. The more of it the better, she always thought, especially since everything was pitch black otherwise.

"It takes a little tugging," she forewarned, placing herself at what seemed like a safe enough distance. "but they'll break off eventually. Just be careful once you do."

"Just tug and pull a bit. Got it."

Luke glanced toward the position of his flashlight again and decided that, if water were to come pouring down this way, he didn't want it to become a casualty of the circumstances. He released the metal he was holding on to so he could move it away a bit. At least now he had a good idea of where he was gripping. It was a good thing, really, that he was pretty strong, from shoving around boxes, lots of sword fighting, and numerous other excursions. Though his strength felt a bit sapped here (something he hadn't figured out yet, but he figured it was something to do with where they were trapped), he figured he could handle this.

All that aside, it was like Yukari said: a bit of tugging and with more time than he liked—an a few annoyed grunts—and he managed to break off a long pile. He let out a gagging sound as the smell hit his nose and a little bit of water splashed against his issued clothing. "Damnit, I was hoping I'd be fast enough!" he announced, springing away as the water started to slush out. He quickly grabbed up his flashlight, padding toward Yukari quickly with a disgusted expression. "Well, you warned me."

Sure, he'd been through areas that smelled bad, like that factory, but it didn't make this any better.

Yukari simply waited for the inevitable moment, and sure enough, it came. She took a few more steps back, even if she was already backed up far enough to avoid the water turned who the hell knew, but it certainly wasn't enough to avoid the smell. Augh, it was the same as last time, but it didn't make it any less worse to put up with.

Wafting a hand in front of her face, Yukari eyed the bits of Luke's clothing sympathetically; she may have not done anything this time (and thank god for that), but she did have experience with this that she wished she didn't have. "Guess not everyone can get lucky," Yukari murmured, then eyed the pipe he pulled out. "Does that feel good enough to you for now?"

At her question, he gripped the pipe tight. It was long enough—he'd made a point to go for a longer one—but not as wide as some of the swords he was accustomed to. Luke would have preferred something like that, but until then, this would have to do. He'd fought with eating cutlery before, so he couldn't exactly be picky. In order to confirm it, he stepped back a little from her, just in case, and jabbed carefully at the air, waving it around with ease that showed that he was skilled with a sword.

Of course, Luke was thinking more about whether he could use the weapon and not the fact that there were little droplets inside. Just as he waved the pipe, they splashed out, some rolling down and wetting his hand, some on his clothing, and some proved that Luke probably hadn't moved far enough away for his demonstration. His lips pursed out as he felt it hitting his hand and he winced a little, but decided not to make too big of a deal of it.

Not realizing that he (quite possibly) hit his partner for the night with the water, he replied, "I think it'll take a while to get used to it, but I think it can work. I'll just have to hit things extra hard."

"H-- Hey!"

With her suddenly piercing voice, Yukari jumped back a few feet away from Luke-- and could have sworn she felt something cold and wet suddenly hit her face. That better had not been what she thought it was...

"Forget hitting," Yukari promptly snapped at him with a scowl aimed in his direction. "Watch where you're swinging that thing, for starters."

That didn't work out so well. Luke watched as she jumped away, and he realized what it was that he did. The scowl made him tense up a little, a surge of guilt immediately moving through him. He'd been trying to make this easier on her. "Easier" didn't include getting some of that nasty smelling water on her in the end. He looked irritated for a moment—not at himself, but at her, and then lowered his head a little to be guilty. "Sorry" didn't usually handle it in most situations, and he remembered being told that it would never be enough.

Of course, it wasn't like anyone's life was at stake. She just would smell funny.

"Sorry," he said, lowering the pipe and taking a step toward her. "I guess I should've waved it in another direction, especially once I started feeling a little bit getting on me. I'll be more careful next time, I promise."

"Alright, alright," Yukari muttered, wiping the side of her face with the end of a sleeve-- she would just hope whatever decided to land on her wasn't especially smelly or gross, or at least it wouldn't stain her cardigan. This was her only pair of clothing that wasn't dull and grey, and if this of all things ended up ruining it, she wasn't going to be happy.

But, as it stood at the moment, it was nothing to make too much of an issue about, so she left it at that. Yukari circled a hand in the air, gesturing dismissively, then looked back up at him expectantly.

"So, you got your pipe, and I want fresh air," she said, eying the exit for a moment. "And we don't want to stick around long enough to become some weird freak's next target. If you don't need anything else, I say we get outta here."

It seemed as if she was letting it go, which filled Luke with a bit of relief. He took what she said and nodded, as if understanding. The smell was overwhelming, and he could tell that the faster they got out of here, the faster things would work out for them. He lowered his pipe, wishing idly for a scabbard to hold it. Being here now made him realize that it might be a while before he got used to fighting in a new style, as wearing a sword on his back and jumping into battles that way was something he had grown accustomed to. But he would deal and he would learn.

"I agree. You got anywhere in mind or do you want to go separate ways?" After his accident with the droplets of water, Luke didn't want to force her to do anything against her will. She might be willing to drop things, but any growing annoyance—well, he wasn't going to help it along. If what she wanted was to go somewhere else, to find someone else, he would understand.

[from here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/754522.html?thread=62630234#t62630234)]

Why he was going into the bathroom of all places, he didn't know. He only realized how stupid it was as he was pushing through the door. Most he was going to find in here were some turds, and that probably wasn't going to help him much. Walking into the room itself didn't help change this standpoint any either.

This nasty smell smacked him as soon as he got past the door, almost bad enough to make him walk right back out again. Holy shit, what the hell was that? Weren't hospitals supposed to be clean?! Even the bathrooms at school weren't this bad on their worst day. It actually didn't take too long to spot the source: a broken sink pipe. The sink itself had splooged all over the floor with what he was hoping was water, but he wasn't planning on taking too close a look any time soon.

Actually, now that he tried paying attention, it wasn't really that the pipes had broken. It was just a whole chunk of it was completely missing. Looked like some retard had the bright idea of ripping the thing up.

Freaking brilliant...

... Freaking brilliant! Duh, why didn't he think to do that before?

Normally, Kanji would have just grabbed the chair in his room and considered the whole "weapon" problem solved, but there was no way he could run through narrow doorways with that thing and he could only swing it so much if the hallways weren't big enough. But what else could he use that wasn't too big but still worked for him? The answer was, he just had to break something apart and use a big chunk! It worked. He still wasn't sure what he'd use, but it'd work!

But what could he take apart in a bathroom that would be useful? He wasn't going the pipe route, and ripping down the hand dryer wasn't going to help much either. Too small to swing around. Kanji ignored the smell and walked further into the room, looking around for anything even semi-useful. Maybe this was a dead end after all. He could always look in another, less gross-smelling room. I mean, how many things was he going to find in a freaking bathroom? It was just sinks and soap and toilets.

...Toilets! Kanji quickly switched his focus and hurried into one of the bathroom stalls. HA! He was right! The toilet seat wasn't exactly huge or anything, but it was big enough to work as a bashing tool until he found something better. Who said he can't get a good idea every once in a while?

Now, uh, he just had to figure out getting the stupid thing off.

The thing was screwed on just like any other toilet seat, which was one good thing, he guessed. It would be a pretty big pain in the ass getting it off without tools or anything... not that he would have just sit around quietly unhinging shit even if he had them. Looked like he was going at this the old fashioned way.

Kanji yanked on the toilet seat as hard as he could with a hard jerk. He did this a few times before he started kicking at the hinge, hoping to break part of it enough to rip the damn thing off. When he first started, he figured it'd be a piece of cake, but it ended up taking more time and effort than he thought. Eventually, he managed to snap the hinge enough and yank the seat off.

YEAH! He did it! Kanji held the seat up triumphantly. Okay, maybe it wasn't all that great a prize or anything, but it took a bit of work to get it out, okay? So he could feel accomplished if he wanted! At least now he couldn't say he went through the night without doing anything. Right? Right!

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