Nightshift 43: Janitor's Closet
[From here.]
Once inside, Edgar swept the room for anything useful- especially something which could be used as a potential weapon in the event that Kuukaku and the newcomers started brawling outside. A broom caught his eye- it wasn't spectacular, but it'd be better than nothing if the situation went sour. He decided to leave it where it was standing- if the entire group did follow him into the closet, he didn't want to seem like he was looking for a fight. A fight in the closet wouldn't have been a very good idea, anyway- the room seemed fairly crowded with only his body and all the implements.
He knelt near a pile of assorted items on a shelf near the sink, keeping an eye on the doorway, listening for the sounds of a scuffle. He was sure Kuukaku was capable of taking care of herself, but he was not going to leave her alone to fight them both. The smells of paint and cleaning solutions were thick in the air- his head swam strangely for a moment before he shook the feeling off. His eyes landed on something of interest- an open, metal box with a screwdriver inside. Jackpot.
Once inside, Edgar swept the room for anything useful- especially something which could be used as a potential weapon in the event that Kuukaku and the newcomers started brawling outside. A broom caught his eye- it wasn't spectacular, but it'd be better than nothing if the situation went sour. He decided to leave it where it was standing- if the entire group did follow him into the closet, he didn't want to seem like he was looking for a fight. A fight in the closet wouldn't have been a very good idea, anyway- the room seemed fairly crowded with only his body and all the implements.
He knelt near a pile of assorted items on a shelf near the sink, keeping an eye on the doorway, listening for the sounds of a scuffle. He was sure Kuukaku was capable of taking care of herself, but he was not going to leave her alone to fight them both. The smells of paint and cleaning solutions were thick in the air- his head swam strangely for a moment before he shook the feeling off. His eyes landed on something of interest- an open, metal box with a screwdriver inside. Jackpot.