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| The Breakout; Tag: Ruby/Ruby’s Helpers/Cockerel Staff/Ask | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 21 2008, 08:42 AM (200 Views) | |
| Deleted User | Nov 21 2008, 08:42 AM Post #1 |
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(OOC: Set just before my rumour profile (click here!) If that makes sense...) Hahahahehehehahahahehehehahahahehehehahahehehehehahahehehehehahahahahahahehehehehohohoho! His shrill giggles and nasally guffaws echoed throughout the white padded room. He would have hugged his winded tummy to his persons - had his arms not been crushed in an overzealous straitjacket. Goodness my! He could not even feel them anymore! Had the circulation severed them? Did they now cling against his body thanks to starch fabric giving the illusion of marriage? Perhaps then, his amiable coat was filling up with blood - and he did not even know? Oh funny ribs! Still caterwauling his mirth, he flopped and flapped about on his back and front and front and back. He longed to starjump up and down and up and down and UP AND DOWN AND UP AND DOWN! But rough voiced and handed gentlemen - now long gone - had pumped lots and lots of heat into his wrapped up persons, so he could not jump up and down - only wriggle and hehahe and buck around. Steve writhed against the wall, so he was semi-propped up. Such meagre furniture. Couldn’t they have dragged in a desiccated beanbag - at least!? He had nothing to gawp at save sloppy blurs and snowy swirls. His puffy eyelids drooped further down, so he could add red whorls to that list. Oooh exciting. Like the dribble which dangled onto his distorted chest. He could not savour its faecal reek thanks to the disinfectant hanging about with Christmassy notice-ability. Heee! Christmas! Was it his birthday soon? He could use some presents - huge ones! - in this blanch boxed up desert. “Who will bring my presents?” Steve whispered to the wall. As though an affectionate cat, he rubbed his bristly cheek against its oh so soft cushions. “Will deahr pahrent? Deahr pahrent’s wife? Or… You?” The wall sniggered and joked. Hahahahehehehahahahehehehahahahehehehahahehehehehahahehehehehahahahahahahehehehehohohoho! |
 
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| Deleted User | Nov 22 2008, 01:13 AM Post #2 |
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The plans were finally set into motion. Operation Puppy Retrieval was in it's first phase. After seeing the each Blade movies for the 5th time now, a fully inspired and starstruck Ruby strutted through the revolving door of the Golden Cockerel and stopped right in front of the reception in all her glory. She wore a long black leather trench coat, leather pants, black tshirt and completed the outfit with a pair of dark sunglasses (despite the fact that the sun had set just over an hour ago) and a shiny submachine gun pointed in the receptionist's face. The middle aged overweight woman with the ugliest Dame Edna Everage style glasses Ruby had ever seen in her 400 years of life was completely oblivious to the fact that she had a vampire pointing a fully automatic firearm in her nose and simply proceeded to speak on the phone. It took several loud attempts at throat clearing and 'excuse mes' for the wrinkly old bag to get with the program. When she did, she gasped in shock, dropped the phone to the floor and proceeded to automatically beg for her life without even bothering to ask Ruby if she could help. How very rude of her. Though in despite of that, Ruby smiled at the petty, feeble being and spoke to her in the nicest and sweetest tone of voice she could manage. "Scuse me darling. I'm looking for a Steve Steyn. I was wondering if you'd be able to point me in the right direction..." The wrinkly one took a moment to process that request. It was only after Ruby added a "Please." at the end followed by a "NOW!" that she actually moved to look at her little screen and press the buttons on her letter ticker to find out where Ruby's beloved pet was located. "H-h-he's on the fifth floor.... in our highest security ward... you-you'll have to-" the woman muttered. The vampire shut her up with a simple gesture with her index finger while she deliberated as to whether she should let put the poor creature out of it's misery or let her live. She was just a human. Nothing special. And she obviously had bad taste. Especially with those glasses... The woman bothered her. Not just because of the glasses or because she placed too high a value on her life to allow herself to be reduced to such a lowly beggar, but because she was one of the evil people that had done the unspeakable. She was one of the ones that wanted to mar perfection... One of the ones that wanted to fix that which was neither broken nor needed fixing. They wanted to lock up her precious pet, Steve because they thought he was 'insane'. Unstable to live in today's society. Such ridicule! It was unthinkable! A travesty! How dare they. How dare she! A click was heard from the weapon as the safety came off. She was going to die, so Ruby thought. Well, that was until she fainted just before the trigger was pulled. What a shame. “Oh well.” She sighed as she put the weapon away into her trenchcoat. A ping sounded not a long distance away, instinctively she yelled out. “Hold that elevator!” |
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| Deleted User | Nov 22 2008, 11:05 AM Post #3 |
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(OOC: I’m psychic! Allie is going to post Leni in the lift next!  )He strutted up to the elevator, dragging along a pair of beige Ann Summers bags. That lame faggot Ovid had begged and pleaded him to buy a few anal related items. Rubber fists and scrotum clamps mostly. Mind you, Chris had to admit that the scrotum clamps were manly. Oh yeah. With his manly eyes, he spied the doctor’s beard slapping about the pinging lift. “There you are! Where’s my lunch then woman?” Trapped in a box with whiny Leni? Bollocks. Perhaps he should take the stairs instead? Still… At least he wasn’t stuck with starch-faced queers or crutch-bound pansies. That always left him smouldering - especially when he was travelling up to the top. God knew why Ovid had moved his office by the cuckoo patients. He should have followed Chris’s example - and budged his arse into the gynaecology ward. Christ. The things the Rex got away with! And all thanks to stealing one of the faggot doctor’s white jackets. He chuckled and yanked imaginary creases out of its quality cotton. Being three sizes too small, his muscles bulged and rippled prominently beneath the blanch. They felt close to ripping out. Now that was manly. Chris took manly steps into the lift - and deliberately tried to brush against his housemate bird. Before he could boom a witty quip, he glimpsed another babe nearby. There was nothing wrong with that face or body, but what the fuck was she wearing? Where was the tenacious vest top? The padded brassiere? Or the flamingo bright miniskirt? Instead, she was dressed as an action movie character - or something equally as screwy. “Who the hell are you? Neo frigging Matrix?” The Rex snorted, eyeing up the shiny sunglasses and the long black trenchcoat. Alright, he wore a cassock in the second and third films, but not the first. Definitely not the first. She appeared to have something lumpy concealed underneath. A deformed breast? “That is totally butch you lezza! Next time, squeeze on the PVC and get Trinitified.” |
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| Leni Metzger | Nov 22 2008, 08:27 PM Post #4 |
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For fuck's sake. Leni's hand shot out irritably to slap the door open button. She didn't have time or patience for this crap anymore. Her ass still stung where Chris had smacked it as he sent her off to fetch him something to eat. One of these days, she was going to lift some ipecac and lace all his food with it. Or maybe powdeed silver, depending on how vengeful she felt that day. Tapping her fingers against her folded arm, the woman sighed. Ever since Chris had been "hired" at the Golden Galilelo-whoops, Golden Cockeral (even though she refused to call it by that utterly ridiculus name)-, he'd made her working life a living hell. Not only had he moved in and started treating her like a live-in-maid and chef, he'd also taken to buzzing her at his every whim at work. Kind of made it hard to do her actual job of nursing patients back to health. Of course, it didn't help that he ignored her when she complained and screamed and threw things at his stupid fat head, saying (in that loud, stupid chauvanistic way of his) that he was protecting her, keeping those "uncontrollable idiots" from scratching and infecting her. Snapped out of her thoughts by the "Doctor" himself, Leni narrowed her eyes at him as he brushed against her, not sure if she should smack him round the face or laugh at him for looking so ridiculus in his "borrowed" white coat. Instead, she shoved the paper sack in her hands at him, not waiting for him to take it before she relased it. "Here. Salad. You're getting a little pudgy...must be because your balls have disappeared." she snapped, her eyes drifting over to where the other woman. She resisted the urge to tell her to hurry up. She didn't want to spend more time with Chris then she had to. |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Nov 23 2008, 08:27 PM Post #5 |
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The mental ward was certainly an... interesting, place. Nathaniel wasn't exactly sure why he'd made his way up to this particular part of the hospital, having no actual patients of his own currently residing here. But still he walked past all of the high security rooms, briefly examining the different charts that were available as he passed. Most high security patients didn't have much information on their charts, whatever was wrong with them being too high profile to just be on public display (not that anyone besides staff at the Golden Cockeral were supposed to look at charts at all). No, most of their information was stored in computers, hidden behind passwords and other precautions that were just too easy to hack through. Patient confidentiality was a big thing here, or at least, they tried to make it so. Stopping at one particular door, Nathaniel walked to the small metal covered window that prevented the patient from seeing outside the room most of the time and slid it open. Not the window - the metal covering. There was a man inside the room, pressing his cheek against one of the walls and muttering something that the doctor couldn't hear. He didn't want to turn on the microphones just yet.. When he'd been going through the hospital's mental records the other night, this man's case had piqued his interest quite a bit. He was off his nut yes, but in a way there were similarities between the two that had made Nathaniel feel almost sympathetic. First of all, they were both wolves. Second, although this man was quite delusional much of the time, there were certain aspects of his mental profile that had resembled Nate's own. It'd made him wonder what he'd do if he was stuck in confinement like this. He certainly knew that he'd want someone to break him out... But not yet. First, he had to set up a few things. Slamming shut the window, he turned and began walking toward the hospital's security room - very inconveniently located two floors down from here. He needed to retrieve a few tapes, as well as disable them from working for at least the next few hours. Only after doing that could he set his soon-to-be friend free and be on his way. It was quite the walk down two flights of stairs (taking the elevators would just mean more people being able to say they'd seen him on the fifth floor), but finally he arrived. Knocking on the security room door, he waited patiently for the guard to come out and greet him. "There's been a security breach on the second floor, they need all available officers to report there immediately." If he hadn't been as respected a doctor as he was, the guard probably wouldn't have listened to him. Luckily, there were no problems and soon the guard had disappeared around the corner of the hall. Nathaniel only had a limited amount of time before the man would be back, so he had to hurry. Stepping into the security room he locked the door behind him and immediately set to work on going through the many tapes, working to erase all record of him visiting this floor today and any other day. For all anybody would ever know, he was never here. Edited by Nathaniel Thyne, Nov 23 2008, 08:38 PM.
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 "Cause I'm the fucking king of the world." Nathaniel Thyne :: Rogue :: Doctor :: Sociopath | |
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| Deleted User | Nov 27 2008, 01:05 AM Post #6 |
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There were two people on the tiny elevator. Very tiny elevator at that. One of them was an attractive, yet very irritated looking human female and the other was a – a moment to taste his beast – a big, manly looking lion. Ruby liked lions. But she didn't like this one. He got her movie reference wrong. The idiot thought she was all matrixed up. How difficult was it to put two and two together and come up with a four? There was a vampire, leather trenchcoat and pants, tight black tshirt and sunglasses at night all in the mix. There was only one possible combination of all those points above and he got it very wrong. And as shameful as it was, she didn't really care why he got it wrong and even chose to ignore him when he began eyeing her. She just assumed he wasn't too clever. The lion towered over her and she could just feel his eyes on her, even though she'd just wanted to ignore him. Even after the Neo comment which she was ALMOST ready to sorta forgive and forget and all that. She did, after all have other matters to attend to. More important matters than him and his gawking at her. She had her wolf to retrieve. So she began pushing the thoughts of the lion into the background of her mind. All the while, his glare practically burned through her clothing. At one point, he was even looking straight at the concealed firearm under her trenchcoat. Did he realise it was there? 'All these pointless thoughts would go away if I just took the bloody gun and shot him.' She thought, almost saying it aloud as well. So she began to weigh the options and possibilities of what would happen if she just fired a couple of seconds on fully automatic in between the Herculean lion Alpha's eyes. The worst that she figured would happen was she'd damage the elevator so it either got stuck or fell. She'd survive either scenario, so there wasn't much at stake for her. Unless of course she took into account the kind of terror she might induce on the human female in the elevator with her and the lion. First, there was the terror of seeing the lion man's brains splattered on the elevator walls and the other was the terrors of how the elevator itself might react to being shot. Would it become stuck (in which case the female would probably become Ruby's dinner) or would it plummet to the bottom of the elevator shaft and to the female's bloody doom? Ohkay. Decision made. Lion man was gonna get what was coming to him. “That is totally butch you lezza! Next time, squeeze on the PVC and get Trinitified.” Those words made Ruby stop dead in her tracks. Did he just say what she thought he said? Trinity(fied)?!?! Oh no no no! No. How dare he tell her to take on the appearance of that old bag of wrinkles. By the end of the third movie, the woman looked like a corpse photoshopped to look human again with her level of age and weathering on her face! The best part was when she died. Pity it didn't happen sooner. Like, towards the end of the first movie maybe... That would have been a bit of an improvement on the story and visuals for the other two. And that asshole just insulted her by telling her to take on the appearance of that old bag. And that was unforgivable. The elevator pinged at the third floor and just as the doors were about to open, Ruby took her submachine gun out of her trenchcoat. She did it with the intent of using her whole strength to give the massive man one mega hit into the groin area with the shiny device. Screw the shooting! Well, that's only what she intended to do. Except all her previous thoughts of shooting him still lingered. So the action she actually performed was a halfway meet between her thoughts and intentions. She actually ended up shooting the man with a single shot, square into his vital area between his legs. It wasn't a shot that would kill him. It'd just hurt like fuck. Not even bothering to assess the damage, she turned around and left him and his human companion with the parting words “It's blade. Not Matrix.” And she walked onto the 3rd floor in a huff. She'd take the old fashioned way to the 5th floor. |
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| Deleted User | Nov 27 2008, 08:02 AM Post #7 |
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Leni shoved a dishevelled bag between his large manly hands. Was the soccer roughness supposed to knock him back? Wind him? Or prove her hardness? He boomed out a big ear-splitting laugh - which died following the beard’s shit observations. “Seriously?” Chris grumbled. He scowled down at his chiselled abdominal muscles that poked seductively through his white coat. They looked firm enough. Did his vision betray him? He ran his palm over them and was pleased by the sharp cheese grater texture. Oh yeah. That was real manly. Before he could chase up those comments, the neo babe yanked out a gun and shot him in the- He roared out - more lion than man. Fuckshitbitchslagslut! The force of the shot hurled him into the nearest steel wall, his burly body leaving behind a squiggly dent. Fuckshitbitchslagslutprickbastardfaggot! He crumpled to the ground, the crotch of his jeans already soaked in blood as though red piss or womanly period. Jesus Christ! So this was how ladies felt every month. No wonder they were so bloody moody and weak. With a sassy parting remark, the psychotic bird sauntered out of the lift. Blade!? Those movies sucked big time - especially the third with that prick Ryan bummer-boy Reynolds. Why the fuck did he spend the movie topless and sweaty? To gay up male viewers? Cunning. But it hadn’t worked on Chris! Not one bit! “Oi Leni…” he groaned. “You better kiss me better - or I’m telling Ovid you’ve been whoring yourself out to blokes again.” |
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| Leni Metzger | Dec 4 2008, 02:28 AM Post #8 |
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"Seriously?" Chris looked more offended then a woman on her period who's chocolate got taken away. Snorting, Leni shook her head, watching as he promptly checked out his stomach muscles. Thank God the other woman came and distracted Chris from whatever idiotic statement was going to come out of his mouth next. Of course, that didn't stop him from being his usual asshole self towards the poor woman. Who then took out a gun. And shot him. ...Because he'd made a mistake about what movie character she was dressed as. Her momentary burst of laughter was stifled as she watched Chris fall to the ground, followed by a complete moment of clarity. Slamming her hand on the Emergency button, Leni fell into nurse-mode as the woman strode off the elevator. Kneeling next to Chris, she shoved her fingers into the hole in his jeans made by the bullet, perhaps a little too roughly. "Oops, sorry." she said, baring her teeth in a faux-apologetic grin. "Did you say something?" Ripping the hole bigger, she pursed her lips. "Missed the artery. You'll be fine." she snapped, producing a thick pad of gauze from her pocket, slapping it against the wound. Grabbing Chris's hand, she pressed it against the gauze. "Hold pressure against it. I have to tell Ovid what's going on." Standing up, she sprinted out of the elevator, heading for the stairs. |
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| Nathaniel Thyne | Dec 7 2008, 03:24 PM Post #9 |
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Going through all the tapes was taking a bit more time then Nathaniel had expected - the guard would be back any minute now, and still he hadn't found what he was looking for. It was only when the distinct sound of footsteps rapidly approaching the security room could be heard that he finally struck gold, locating the two tapes he'd been in search of. They were soon replaced with ones of his own, but by the time this was done the banging on the door had already begun. "I'm sorry, the door seems to be jammed.. I dropped something inside and it shut behind me!" He called to the guard, knowing full well that it was a pityful excuse.. but he couldn't think of anything better on such short notice. If nothing he'd just kill the guard and continue on his way. "Doctor Thyne, please try harder to open it! We've gotten a report of somebody carrying a gun on the third floor - we need to access the cameras to confirm it." A gun? The man sounded panicked, and there were no obvious signs that he was lying. He had no motivation to do so. Putting everything back the way it'd been when Nathaniel had first walked in, he went over and unlocked the door - though opened it quite harshly, to make it seem as if he'd been trying to unjam it. He probably should have shook it a bit beforehand, but the guard wasn't exactly paying much attention. Not yet leaving the room, he watched as the man rushed to one of his many monitors and brought floor three up on several screens. Nate didn't look to see whoever was carrying the gun - to him, they were nothing but a useful distraction. "What's going on?" He asked, tone feigning a slight panic. In the meanwhile he turned to the computer behind him, quickly entering the password to unlock Mr. Steyn's room. "Hey-- what are you doing?" Frowning to himself, the wolf decided that he could always blame the guard's death on the woman with the gun, whoever she was. Or even on Steve. Not bothering with a reply, he removed his .44 Magnum caliber handgun. Two shots to the head were enough to knock the guard down, though one would have probably done the job. The man had only been human, after all. Stepping over the body on his way out, he began back toward Steve's room, the unlocking process still needing a code to be entered manually before the door would open. |
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"Cause I'm the fucking king of the world." Nathaniel Thyne :: Rogue :: Doctor :: Sociopath | |
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| Deleted User | Dec 19 2008, 12:58 AM Post #10 |
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(ooc. Blergh. This reply just refused to write itself D: D: Apologies to all for the wait and shortness. Blame work >_<) It was sort of like playing bowling up the stairs. Only the ball was a bullet fired from a big gun and the pins were fat, pizza & donut filled guards that really sucked at their job. You shoot one and they all roll down. Ruby couldn't help but giggle at the prospect. She thought about playing this game more often. Maybe finding other types of pins too... Maybe old humans that could barely walk... Toddlers... Doctors.. Nurses... or nuns! Now they'd be fun to knock over. Perhaps she should present the idea of toddler and nun bowling with dangerous weapons to Steve. She was sure he'd love it. She stepped over (all over, that was) the knocked over guard pins and inspected them for any sorts of useful items that may aid her in her search for Steve. Anything would have done it. They weren't too cooperative. They didn't appreciate being stepped all over and probed by vampies with guns. So she had to break a couple of limbs and shoot a few of them on her way up the stairs where she met some more guards to play games with. Like the previous lot, if she shot the right way, it was basically a strike and they all somehow went down by some strange force of physics. While she pondered the logic of bowling, there was more gunfire heard from the other side of the wall she was on. Some screams and orders being yelled accompanied the shots. Curiosity began to itch under her skin. She had a job to do. But judging by the sounds she was hearing, it seemed she wasn't the only one causing trouble in the hospital. How interesting... She pondered for a second as to who would actually want to waltz into something like the Golden Cockerel with guns blazing (aside from herself, of course). Well.. there was Aleksei... And not many others she really knew of that were in Paris at the time. But what on earth would Aleksei be doing there? He really had no business in the Cockerel unless he wanted to bust Steve out too. Which was a likely scenario... But she would have felt him if it was him. Plus, the screams seemed to be coming from guards. She didn't once hear 'DIE DEMONS' or anything of the sort from the other end. So it must not have been Aleksei there at all. If not him, then who, she wondered. In the end, curiosity won. She proceeded to the nearest door that lead to the 4th floor and walked into what seemed like a scene out of some bad action movie. People lay on the floor bleeding and doctors and nurses were all in drama-mode (kind of like on ER and Scrubs) trying to save lives. Also, for some reason the fire sprinklers were on so everyone was wet like they were out in the rain. Which also added to the dramatic feeling of the scene. "Wow." Was all she said as she surveyed the scene. Whoever did all that was quite the artist with a flair for the dramatic. If they kept this up, they'd probably even put Aleksei to shame. And then she decided that just couldn't happen. He had a $2 million bounty on his head for a reason. This person was an unheard of newbie with a gift. Nothing more. She walked through the hellzone hallway until she found another set of stairs leading to where she needed to be. She figured this by an ear splitting howl that echoed through the halls and the entire stairwell. She just knew it was Steve. It had to be. Focusing on any wolves in the building, she called out to all of them with her power in hopes of singling out the one that was hers. It probably wasn't the most effective method of getting things done. But it would do the job, she figured. |
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| Deleted User | Dec 21 2008, 09:29 AM Post #11 |
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Like a bitch in heat, Leni clawed at his bloodied crotch. He would’ve sprawled back and enjoyed himself – had it not felt as though his balls were burning. Literally. She didn’t help matters either – jabbing and ripping and slapping things against the spreading red. She guided his hand to his manly manhood. What was this? She got off on guys masturbating? The kinky sex starved dog! "I have to tell Ovid what's going on." “About what? That I’m going to jerk myself off?” Chris lifted an eyebrow. “Don’t you dare! I ain’t having that fucking faggot anywhere near my ass! He can get the faggot fuck lost!” Leni dashed out of the bomb-wrecked lift. What the fuck? She wasn’t the fucking faggot. Chris thought about chasing the stupid slut, but in the end decided to stay slumped against the wall and lick his wounds. Not literally. They should take about five or six minutes to heal. (OOC: For the time being, Chris is out of the thread. I’ll write up Ovid next...) |
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| Deleted User | Dec 22 2008, 12:58 AM Post #12 |
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Ovid hunched over his desk, scribbling on a stack of crumpled medical forms. From time to time, he leaned back and shook his wrist. Phew! Hard work! He hadn’t banked on the mental patient’s escape causing all of this fuss and commotion. Another one better not get out – otherwise the doctor would end up with a tear-jerking case of arthritis! A string of bangs and crashes caused him to jolt. His pen twitched and jerked, leaving behind an oozing red gash across the sheet’s ashen skin. Blimey! Sounded like World War Three was booming! World War Three… Wait a minute… They weren’t – gunshots – were they? Oh shit. Oh Hell! Oh- He shot out of his office and down some stairs – deliberately choosing the ones opposite to the hair-raising sounds. There were many different staircases winding through the hospital like tapeworms snarled around intestines. Shit. Where was security again? Bottom floor? As Ovid lurched around a corner, he proceeded to crash into- “Leni!” |
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