Night 56: Cafeteria

[scarletspeedstr]

[from here]So far so good. They'd made it to the cafeteria without either of them getting attacked or horribly maimed (again) or anything. Now if they could just get as far as the kitchen without anything else happening? Wally would count this night a win

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[gargantuanlaugh]

[from here]

Gant took a moment to catch his breath once he made it inside. His knees cracked a bit, and he winced at the crunching sounds. Nothing more he could do about that, though. God, he was just too old for this and that was worrying. He needed a more reliable weapon. If he got caught by one of the Special Counseling patients and his scalpels or candlestick couldn't reach, then he would be gone. Too bad guns weren't likely to be just lying around anywhere.

Finally straightening up, Gant glanced about the room. Empty, though it was obvious someone had been here before. Shaking his head, he began moving forward.

"Oh, uh, good work keeping up there, Mike," he muttered over his shoulder, realizing he should give his companion at least some form of praise. Meekins had been quieter than Gant ever imagined possible as they went through that last room, perhaps because the running had taken his breath away. Lucky he had made it through, too. Gant wasn't willing to relinquish a good meatshield that easily.

[dork_at_duty]

Thank goodness they had made it past the creepy room with the creepy kid and were now in another room that looked vaguely like a mess hall. Just like the one where his friends invited him to sit at their table, only to say they were already finished with lunch and got up and left. Meekins had at first thought he saw one of them moments later at another table on the other end of the cafeteria, but then realized it couldn't have been and that patrolman was just someone else who looked like his friend, since friends don't lie

[gargantuanlaugh]

Kind words? Pfft. This kid had always been a huge kiss-up, but even Gant had to shake his head a bit at the blind loyalty. Of all the people to still act all subservient towards... and he had a feeling Meekins wasn't just motivated by Gant's previous criminal record either. Something odd about this kid. Like he just needed someone, anyone, to hang around.

Well, Gant wasn't a psychoanalyst. He wasn't going to tell Meekins he needed to tone it down at all, or anything like that. It was easier this way, even if it was a bit awkward when Gant really thought about it. So, best thing to do was not think about it, and take it as it was. Having pushed those disgusting emotions out of the way, Gant was once again able to continue on objectively