And on the Third day...
Who: Lus, Damian, Sabbat
What: Lus stirs up some trouble for himself.
When: ...Current time in Game.
Where: The Hospital~
Lus peered at the rows upon rows of medications, considering which would be the best to take with him. After a few minutes, he simply dumped the whole lot into his duffel bag. Really, you never could have too much in the way of drugs.
He'd been doing his best to keep himself out of trouble, the past few weeks; He'd found another store of Morphine for Sabbat, and he'd avoided that Damian guy. He had no real problem with the guy, but... Eyes. Eyes were becoming quite the worry. He'd been preparing to take some shortly before he came here, but he hadn't had the chance to, before this whole... thing. Happened.
And usually, he was good for a while, but... It'd been months since the last time, and now it was, what...? How long had he been here?
Either way, Eyes. And he really didn't want to deal with someone else hassling him about that. He'd got enough of that from the goody-two-shoes Sabbat and him'd ditched. He really didn't need it from anyone else.
He was starting to repeat himself, even in his own mind.
That wasn't good...
The redheaded eye-thief zipped up his duffel and started heading down the halls, towards where Damian was hiding away, making as much racket as possible. God, he just needed to do something.
Along the way, he spied Sabbat asleep on a row of chairs. "Hey man, that can't be comfortable. Y'know, they've got like, beds, and stuff, right?" He addressed the still sleeping man.
What: Lus stirs up some trouble for himself.
When: ...Current time in Game.
Where: The Hospital~
Lus peered at the rows upon rows of medications, considering which would be the best to take with him. After a few minutes, he simply dumped the whole lot into his duffel bag. Really, you never could have too much in the way of drugs.
He'd been doing his best to keep himself out of trouble, the past few weeks; He'd found another store of Morphine for Sabbat, and he'd avoided that Damian guy. He had no real problem with the guy, but... Eyes. Eyes were becoming quite the worry. He'd been preparing to take some shortly before he came here, but he hadn't had the chance to, before this whole... thing. Happened.
And usually, he was good for a while, but... It'd been months since the last time, and now it was, what...? How long had he been here?
Either way, Eyes. And he really didn't want to deal with someone else hassling him about that. He'd got enough of that from the goody-two-shoes Sabbat and him'd ditched. He really didn't need it from anyone else.
He was starting to repeat himself, even in his own mind.
That wasn't good...
The redheaded eye-thief zipped up his duffel and started heading down the halls, towards where Damian was hiding away, making as much racket as possible. God, he just needed to do something.
Along the way, he spied Sabbat asleep on a row of chairs. "Hey man, that can't be comfortable. Y'know, they've got like, beds, and stuff, right?" He addressed the still sleeping man.