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PET LOG CONTINUED
Who: Ciel, Lau, Arbitro, whoever else shows up
What: n/a
When: Same time as the last log, just continued from where we left off.
"What the hell is wrong with all of these people here!?" He asked himself quietly as he ran down the hall and turned a corner. The running slowed to a walk and the walk lessened into more of a stagger than anything. He couldn't even find the strength in himself to display the anger that he wanted. The drug Lau had given him not only impaired his motor skills, but also made him weak. He made his way over to the elevator and gazed up at the machinery. Never had he seen such an advanced piece of technology.
"Damn it, if Sebastian would just stop being so lazy and get here already, none of this would be happening!" He hissed and began pushing buttons because he had no idea which lead where. The floor numbers were in awkward numeric code which he couldn't decipher on his own. "You blasted...Piece of crap!" He snapped and squinted his eyes. His vision was becoming blurred and impaired. His heartbeat raced and he felt as though his legs were about to give out from underneath him because he was feeling so weak. He tried to grab hold of the wall for leverage, but instead ended up falling onto the floor.
What: n/a
When: Same time as the last log, just continued from where we left off.
"What the hell is wrong with all of these people here!?" He asked himself quietly as he ran down the hall and turned a corner. The running slowed to a walk and the walk lessened into more of a stagger than anything. He couldn't even find the strength in himself to display the anger that he wanted. The drug Lau had given him not only impaired his motor skills, but also made him weak. He made his way over to the elevator and gazed up at the machinery. Never had he seen such an advanced piece of technology.
"Damn it, if Sebastian would just stop being so lazy and get here already, none of this would be happening!" He hissed and began pushing buttons because he had no idea which lead where. The floor numbers were in awkward numeric code which he couldn't decipher on his own. "You blasted...Piece of crap!" He snapped and squinted his eyes. His vision was becoming blurred and impaired. His heartbeat raced and he felt as though his legs were about to give out from underneath him because he was feeling so weak. He tried to grab hold of the wall for leverage, but instead ended up falling onto the floor.