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discedo_logs2009-01-15 04:19 pm
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Who: Kamui ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
protectyourtwin, Shinjiro prodigal_axe, and Subaru neverseparated later on.
Where: The Hospital
When: 1.15.09 at around 22:00 EST
Rating: TBA; PG for angst? idk.
Summary: After being revived, Kamui neglects his communicator and tries to find his way out-- only to be surprised by unexpected company (and some rather expected company afterward.)
the log:
He died.
Impossible. It shouldn't have happened. No, he shouldn't have let it happened. For a long minute, Kamui is completely unaware of his surroundings. It's his fault. He let this happen. How should he act now? What was he supposed to say? The truth was-- as much as Kamui detested the idea of admitting it-- that he was far more shaken up than he expected. He didn't think he would have died, especially not here. He left Subaru alone, and he was still left human, and killed by a human disease, and--
Only then did Kamui snap his mind into focus, taking a look around to become more familiar with his surroundings. A table. Scalpels. Surgical tools. Masks, needles, filth-- nurses with lead pipes.
...Nurses with lead pipes?
Thinking quickly, Kamui ducks under a bed, keeping absolutely still and quiet to be sure that the two nurses don't see him. He quickly looks around for anything to use to kill the two 'Nurses'. The stench is getting to Kamui, and it's quickly very clear that they are not orthodox nurses, and he looks for an option to rid of them. Pulling his hand around, he quickly touches a scalpel and removes himself from under the cot, pushing it forward to catch the two nurses off guard, which gives him enough time to deal with him.
...That was unpleasant. Taking another scalpel or two, a pause of inspiration hits him, and he searches for something to carry things with-- anything-- settling on the rather large pockets of a doctor's jacket, sitting conveniently in the room he was placed in, he shuffles through the drawers of the room he's in, grabbing anything and everything that fits in his pockets. He manages to grab a few bottles of pills, disinfectant, a few rolls of gauze, another few scalpels-- basic things that he can cram into his pockets. That done, he pauses, takes a breath... And ventures out of the hospital room, beginning to wander towards the general direction of what he hopes is the exit.
protectyourtwin, Shinjiro prodigal_axe, and Subaru neverseparated later on.Where: The Hospital
When: 1.15.09 at around 22:00 EST
Rating: TBA; PG for angst? idk.
Summary: After being revived, Kamui neglects his communicator and tries to find his way out-- only to be surprised by unexpected company (and some rather expected company afterward.)
the log:
He died.
Impossible. It shouldn't have happened. No, he shouldn't have let it happened. For a long minute, Kamui is completely unaware of his surroundings. It's his fault. He let this happen. How should he act now? What was he supposed to say? The truth was-- as much as Kamui detested the idea of admitting it-- that he was far more shaken up than he expected. He didn't think he would have died, especially not here. He left Subaru alone, and he was still left human, and killed by a human disease, and--
Only then did Kamui snap his mind into focus, taking a look around to become more familiar with his surroundings. A table. Scalpels. Surgical tools. Masks, needles, filth-- nurses with lead pipes.
...Nurses with lead pipes?
Thinking quickly, Kamui ducks under a bed, keeping absolutely still and quiet to be sure that the two nurses don't see him. He quickly looks around for anything to use to kill the two 'Nurses'. The stench is getting to Kamui, and it's quickly very clear that they are not orthodox nurses, and he looks for an option to rid of them. Pulling his hand around, he quickly touches a scalpel and removes himself from under the cot, pushing it forward to catch the two nurses off guard, which gives him enough time to deal with him.
...That was unpleasant. Taking another scalpel or two, a pause of inspiration hits him, and he searches for something to carry things with-- anything-- settling on the rather large pockets of a doctor's jacket, sitting conveniently in the room he was placed in, he shuffles through the drawers of the room he's in, grabbing anything and everything that fits in his pockets. He manages to grab a few bottles of pills, disinfectant, a few rolls of gauze, another few scalpels-- basic things that he can cram into his pockets. That done, he pauses, takes a breath... And ventures out of the hospital room, beginning to wander towards the general direction of what he hopes is the exit.