And on the Third day...

[eyelus]

Who: Lus, Damian, Sabbat
What: Lus stirs up some trouble for himself.
When: ...Current time in Game.
Where: The Hospital~

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[hatter_s]

Sabbat was not asleep. He had been asleep, but when you're an assassin and sleep lightly anyway, it doesn't take much to wake you. And Lus' journey down the corridor had been a little more than 'not much' in the way of noise.

Bastard.

He opened one eye and glared balefully at the eye-thief. "'m fine. Would've been better 'f you hadn't been making as much noise as a drunk monkey in a galley."

He shifted, trying to get comfortable (Lus was right - the chairs were murder to sleep on), and suddenly became aware that he was holding something unfamiliar in the fist clenched on his chest. Frowning, he brought his hand up and peered at it. The object appeared to be a syringe, half empty.

Oh. I remember. Fucking stuff not working when I need it to. Need Smoke

Well, there was no way he was getting back to sleep now. With a muttered curse he opened his other eye and sat up, dropping the syringe behind the chairs.

"Anythin' happening, or did you wake me up for the hell of it?"

[eyelus]

"Well, nothing interesting's happening at all," Lus shrugged, "And I found some more Morphine. And a couple of, like, Ollenty-3's that might do some good. Well, I think they're Ollenty... Different brand name, same drug." He started digging through his bag again, trying to find the items in question. "I'm gonna have to start going deeper into this place to find more stuff."

He handed over the drugs, and flopped onto a chair, looking utterly bored with the world, even though below the surface he was about thisclose to twitching at every opportunity.

[hatter_s]

"Morphine's no fucking good." Sabbat gestured to the dropped syringe. "Need Smoke. Not that there's any in this place."

And if you don't get it? Add another body to the count, and it sure as hells won't be yours.Not at first, anyway. No-one'll miss the shapeshifter, after all....

He looked down at the packets Lus had given him. Maybe these'd work....whatever they were. Remembering his mistake with the morphine, he looked over at the other man.

"What d'you do with these?"

[eyelus]

Lus popped one out of its little plastic bubble. "You put it on your tongue and then take a drink, and swallow it with it." He handed it over. "Probably not the best idea to mix 'em with booze." He rifled through his duffel again, and came out with a water bottle.

God, even Sabbat's eyes were starting to look like something he ought to take. Really, this was getting the the point where he couldn't deal with it. He needed some. Like... last Tuesday, or something. Fucking hell.

[hatter_s]

Sabbat glared a little at the eye-thief. "What are you - a fucking doctor?"

He's probably right, you know. He knows these drugs, you don't.

And you can fuck off as well. Thought I'd got rid of you.

[eyelus]

"No. Well. Sorta? Not really." He shrugged. "I broke my arm once and they gave me those things. I was like... totally out of it for the whole time I was on 'em." Lus leaned back. "And I'm thinking I can find more shit. Something that might work better for you."

He snagged a Marshmallow out of his bag and chewed on it thoughtfully.

[hatter_s]

The assassin frowned and leant forward, resting his chin on his hands. "What d'you mean? You ain't found Smoke, have you?"

Idiot! D'you really think that's likely?

Worth a try. And what the hells are you still doing here?

You think I ever went away, mate?

"Fu-" He checked himself, fists clenching. This was rapidly becoming a real problem.

[eyelus]

"Not yet, but I think I've found the cancer ward. Cancer ward means shit like Medical Pot. Which might work better, since you smoke it." He grinned and shrugged. "'Course, not everyone's got medical pot, so..."

[eyelus]

"Down that corridor, I'm pretty sure." He pointed down the hallway. "I vote we just bang away on every door until we find his." He snagged another marshmallow, and held one out to the other man.

[hatter_s]

"Sounds like a plan." Sabbat pushed the proffered marshmallow away and took out his hipflask. "Stick t'my kind o' poison, if it's all the same t'you."

You're going to run dry soon, you know. No cigarettes, no gin, no Smoke....

Do you always have to state the fucking obvious?

Of course.

"Bastard."

Out loud again. My my, you are slipping...

[eyelus]

Lus shrugged and swallowed the last one, and stuffed the next into his mouth.

As they walked down the hallway, Lus started kicking at the doors as they passed them. "Hey, Damian! You 'round?"

[damiantruwick]

(( Ah-ha... I'm alive, promise. I'd been watching on the main forum, though. Oops. ^_^; ))

Damian, who had done a bit of his own exploring since his leg finally decided to heal, had been living on hospital cafeteria food. Junk food was all well and good, but not for extended periods of time. On the other hand, hospital food wasn't much better. It was boring, empty, and unsatisfying, like the rest of this place. He'd been thinking about taking off, maybe trying to find the other group those guys had mentioned, but his mind wasn't quite made up.

He was almost glad when Lus finally got to his door, even if the sudden bang right next to him did make him jump a little. Being surrounded by zombies would do that to a guy.

"Yeah; what?" he replied, coming to peer through the reinforced glass panel in the door. He'd been keeping it locked and he wasn't about to let his guard down now. "Whadda you want?"

[hatter_s]

The assassin grinned lopsidedly at Lus, and slid his razor out of his pocket, tapping it against his leg.

"I'll hold him still fer you if y'want," he muttered.

[eyelus]

Lus almost caught himself agreeing. He really wanted to agree. Goddamn, but he wanted to agree...

He fingered his scalpel idly, considering. No one else knew Damian was here...

[damiantruwick]

Damian thought about the offer. Lus had said "us," which he assumed mean that Sabbat would be along, too, and he really had no desire to be anywhere near that mook. Then again, it was so boring here. Horrendously boring. Ungodly boring. Running for his life almost seemed appealing in the face of such an utter lack of stimulation.

He nodded. "Cancer ward. Yeah, all right. If you wanna let bygones be bygones, that's cool with me." So saying, he unlocked and opened the door.

[eyelus]

"Awesome," Lus grinned, and hid his scalpel quickly. Not yet, not yet... Once they'd found the pot, then, yeah. Yeah. They needed an extra set of eyes (Lus had to hold back a giggle) to help them find the stuff.

But after that... after that all bets were off.