Roronoa Zoro ([info]i_promised) wrote in [info]damned,
@ 2008-04-25 10:38:00
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Nightshift 31: Doctor Disraeli's Office (Doctor's Office #8)
[from here]

Nothing seemed too different here either, though Zoro sensed something distinctly off about the room. Or maybe it was the actual occupant of the place that gave it such an unsettling and almost guarded feeling.

The pirate entered anyway, free arm leaning on the baseball bats as his other held the flashlight upright. Tucked under that arm was the helmet, secure but ready to be used as a weapon at a moments notice.

Still, Zoro was calm, and he showed just the slightest bit of interest in the painting of a white lamb. It reminded him of the Going Merry, somewhat, though he figured that it was probably just because of the lamb's head.


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[info]myopic_mousse
2008-04-25 03:05 am UTC (link)
Mousse got a similiar off feeling, though he didn't know how to voice it and allowed Zoro to remain in front of him. So far, nothing had attacked the pirate, so there might be anything to worry about. He ran his fingers over a hidden extension cord, ready to throw it out and drag the pirate back in a split second if it was needed.

"See anything in this room?" he asked, implying a way out.

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[info]i_promised
2008-04-25 03:21 am UTC (link)
"There's a pipe on the table." Zoro shrugged, missing The Point. He took note of Mousse's reaction, however, understanding the other to be a warrior of some sort though the pirate hadn't had much of a chance to see him in action the last few times they met.

Making his way to the table itself, Zoro opened a few drawers out of curiosity but stopped abruptly after a moment. The room was guarded and that alone would have kept Zoro looking had it not been for the fact that his gut told him there was nothing more for them in the room.

Shaking his head, the pirate shut off his flashlight and placed it inside the helmet. "Let's go."

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[info]myopic_mousse
2008-04-25 03:33 am UTC (link)
Mousse nodded. "Very well. Let's return to the hall and try another door."

He paused a moment to make sure his companion followed before slinking back into the corridor.

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[info]1mperturbable
2008-04-29 02:35 am UTC (link)
[From Here]

Entering into the doctor's office, Cloud felt a growing sense of apprehension edge into his mind. There was something off about this room, moreso than when he had visited it previously during daylight. He shifted his shoulders in an attempt to ease off the tension trailing along them.

Still, he was here for a purpose and pushed further into the room. He looked to the desk and then around the room. He finally moved to the desk, thinking that was a good place to start, though nothing seemed out of place there. The shelves might have some information.

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[info]manhattan_red
2008-04-29 07:56 pm UTC (link)
Brooklyn let Cloud go wherever he needed. He himself didn't see anything off about the room aside from the fact that it was a perfectly natural looking (and somewhat pristine) doctor's office in the middle of a mad institution. Did the doctors know what went on here after dark? The nurses didn't seem to, so perhaps the regular doctors didn't either. Then again, if they didn't know, who was running the place? Just the one man and woman on the intercom?

"That medicine he prescribed you..," he asked, still looking around, "Do you think it's harmful?" He'd figured Cloud's current condition was due simply to the sedatives. That's what it appeared like, anyway.

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[info]1mperturbable
2008-05-01 10:15 pm UTC (link)
Pausing from looking across the spotless top of the desk, Cloud looked back to Brooklyn, frowning at the question. He settled his hands on the top of the desk and leaned on them, wondering if his hands would hold his weight for any period of time. Then he wondered if Dr. Disraeli would check for finger prints and accuse him of something.

"If they are what the nurse says they are, probably not. They will just mess with my head," he murmured. He had never had anti-depressants before, but he figured they were supposed to straighten out moody tendencies. "If they are something else... they may just work to brain-wash me or cause some harm. I cannot say that I am familiar with medications unless..." he trailed off and looked aside. That would do him no good.

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[info]manhattan_red
2008-05-02 04:22 am UTC (link)
Well. Messing with someone's head seemed harmful itself, and Brooklyn raised an eyebrow at Cloud. "It'd be hard to tell if it did anything physically at the moment, but I think you're fine enough in the head for now. I could be wrong, since I don't know you, but at least you're sane."

He'd have to keep an eye on him, but using medication to brainwash someone didn't seem right. You'd think someone powerful enough to turn a gargoyle into a human would use something better than that.

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[info]1mperturbable
2008-05-06 01:19 am UTC (link)
Cloud glanced over to Brooklyn and slowly nodded his head. Somehow, it felt good to have someone term him 'sane' outside of his small circle of friends. Part of him simply thought if only you knew my past, but he would not give voice to that.

"Physical has never been a problem for me... but everyone has their own weakness," he murmured as he pulled open the drawers that easily came out and flitted through the papers. Nothing. There was a locked drawer on the very top, but he was not in the mood to make his trespassing completely obvious for the doctor.

"What kind of place did you come from, Brooklyn," he asked conversationally as he worked at going through the desk.

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[info]manhattan_red
2008-05-06 02:35 am UTC (link)
"Well, I'd thought it was this one, but it looks like I might have been wrong." Brooklyn ran a hand through his hair, thinking. He was still trying to understand the basics of the institute itself. Trying to take in this whole multiple worlds business was a whole 'nother confusing element. Things could never be simple.

"It's one a lot like this one, at least. And one that other patients recognize." Like Peter. At least the two of them were from the same city. "I'm from New York." Anyone from his world should recognize that city name. You'd have to be from another planet not to.

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[info]1mperturbable
2008-05-06 03:17 am UTC (link)
Cloud frowned at the strange city name, but he could not say that he recognized it. He thought that he had once spoken to a woman who had claimed to come from the same name, but she explained it as a large city. Perhaps they were from the same place then?

"I have heard the name from another patient, but I cannot say that I know it," he murmured and set the drawers back into their place. He ran his hands over the top of Dr. Disraeli's desk and sighed heavily. He moved around to check the walls for possible secret compartments. "Do not forget that it is this place that is the lie. I cannot imagine so many people making up their own lives being stuck in one place. It does not make much sense in my mind."

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[info]manhattan_red
2008-05-06 04:16 pm UTC (link)
That was just plain weird. Either he lived under a rock in another country or perhaps there was some merit to the other world nonsense. (Unless he'd been in a deep sleep for several hundred years like his own clan had? It didn't seem particularly likely, though.)

Brooklyn watched Cloud as he searched, trying to find another way to make himself useful but not having much success. The blond was right about his last comment, though. The gargoyle knew he hadn't been living a lie. There were too many sensations in his life he couldn't have just dreamed up, and how could they have gathered so many people in one place that all claimed to have odd made-up lives? No, the Institute wasn't fooling anyone - except perhaps its workers.

"If there's anything I can do..." he trailed off, leaving the question open.

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[info]1mperturbable
2008-05-07 12:53 am UTC (link)
Leaning on the desk, Cloud looked to Brooklyn at the open-ended offer. He had not found anything but a blank desk, a locked drawer and an eerie feeling along the back of his neck. He actually had doubted that he would find any evidence in the doctor's office, but he felt that it had been worth a try.

He sighed heavily and came around the desk again. "Unless you know where they keep patient files... I guess we can go off and do something else. There does not appear to be anything here in the room of interest," he murmured, feeling a little better on his feet. He was still not sure he could manage a blade successfully, but it felt better not to want to pitch over onto his face every few seconds.

"Is there anything that I can help you with?"

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[info]manhattan_red
2008-05-07 05:55 am UTC (link)
"What, me? No, I was just following you." Brooklyn gave a weak smile and shrugged. "I wish I had a better goal for the night, but... well... what can you do." He looked around the room again, trying to keep his eyes peeled for something that might look like a file. Would the doctor really keep something like that out in the open? Would he leave it in his office at all?

"What about that drawer you missed?" The gargoyle reached around to the part of the desk in question and tugged. Then he frowned as it didn't budge. Of course it was locked. That's why Cloud hadn't opened it. Brilliant, Brooklyn. "Maybe we can bust it open?" He readied his shovel, trying to judge whether or not he'd be able to fit the edge of the metal end into the crack. They might just be able to lever it open if so. Who cared about damage done to the desk, really?

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[info]1mperturbable
2008-05-07 03:30 pm UTC (link)
Watching Brooklyn for a moment, Cloud finally nodded his head. "If you ever do have something to do, contact me. I owe you for tonight," he said, feeling as if he was indebted. He would not have been able to get here without Brooklyn's help, and the other man had asked for nothing in return.

He looked at the locked drawer, not sure he wanted to open it. Still, he supposed it needed to be done in order to feel as if he had checked the entire room. There was just something about it that he was not certain of. "Yes, let us get it open," he finally said. Hopefully, it would be worth the trouble.

He slid his make-shift short sword from the bag on his back and eyed the drawer, his aim wobbly. He glanced to Brooklyn. "We should probably either just wedge it open. A desk lock should not be that difficult," he said and used his sword to tap the drawer. His aim was off to where he had intented and that caused a sigh to leave him. "I will slip the blade underneath if you want to get the shovel over the top and we will pull?" He managed to jam the sword tip in the space between the desk drawers.

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[info]manhattan_red
2008-05-07 08:01 pm UTC (link)
"I have a better idea," Brooklyn muttered, placing a hand on the front of the drawer and moving inbetween it and Cloud. "How about you get up on the desk in order to hold it steady while I pry it open. Otherwise we might tip the thing."

This was only part of his concern. In reality, he was worried that the makeshift weapon the blond had might not be able to stand up to the pressure of prying the drawer open without breaking or bending. This was on top of the fact that Cloud himself still wasn't entirely steady, and there would only be so much room for the two of them trying to get this open.

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[info]1mperturbable
2008-05-07 08:20 pm UTC (link)
Cloud considered Brooklyn's suggestion before realizing the merit of it. He was not really in the best condition to be using his sword, and his weight and strength was better served keeping the desk down anyway. "I agree... I am not the most useful with a blade right now," he murmured.

He awkwardly returned his sword to the bag on his back before moving around to the opposite side of the desk. He leaned down, pressing his weight on the sides and pushing downwards. Actually, leaning like this made his head swim less, so the advantages seemed to be mounting. Hopefully getting the drawer open would be worth it. "Alright... pry away," he offered.

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[info]manhattan_red
2008-05-07 08:36 pm UTC (link)
Brooklyn hefted the weapon in both hands, trying to get a good feel for it as a lever, before ramming it into the crack at the top of the drawer with the concave side of the shovel facing down. This would have been so much easier if he'd been a gargoyle, but there was no point lamenting that right now. Making sure it was shoved in good and tight, Brooklyn began pressing upwards on the shovel's long handle, wiggling it when he didn't think it had a good enough grip.

At first there was just some splintering around the edges as the drawer refused to budge. Then at last, with a movement sudden enough that the gargoyle fell on his backside afterwards, there was a loud crack and it hung open lopsidedly a couple inches.

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[info]1mperturbable
2008-05-07 10:54 pm UTC (link)
Watching silently as Brooklyn worked on the desk drawer, Cloud wondered if anyone had ever actively vandelized the desk of a doctor. It only took him a moment to decide that they probably had, and it made him feel a little lighter knowing that someone else would have done it if he and Brooklyn were not going to.

He wrinkled his nose against the sound of splintering wood and held the desk steady under his weight. It shifted but was easy enough to hold until Brooklyn disappeared and a loud crack indicated that there had been some measure of success on their endeavor to break-and-enter the locked drawer.

Pushing himself long the desk, Cloud peered into the drawer that hung precariously. He blinked as his eyes fell on... eyes? He reached out and picked up one of the jars that was in the drawer, pulling it face level as he found himself staring at a pair of eyeballs, the two with distinctive blue colouration. He picked up the second in the other hand and frowned deeply. "...eyeballs in his drawer," he said and looked to Brooklyn on the floor. "We cracked open a drawer to find eyeballs..."

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[info]manhattan_red
2008-05-08 01:45 pm UTC (link)
"Seriously? That's disgusting." Brooklyn remained on the floor for the moment, not sure he wanted to get up for a better look. What sort of doctor kept eyeballs in his desk drawer? And yet somehow he figured he shouldn't be surprised, given what sort of place this was. "Are you sure your doctor's real name isn't Frankenstein?" It might explain some of the creatures around there at least.

He finally got back up, coming to stand at Cloud's side. "We might as well shove it back closed, I guess. Ugh." He thought about asking who Cloud thought they might belong to, but there were some things it was just best not to discuss - especially with someone who had this man for a doctor.

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[info]1mperturbable
2008-05-08 06:20 pm UTC (link)
"I cannot say for certain... but he is crossing into Hojo-esque territory in my books," Cloud said, which sent a shiver down his spine. How had he managed to end up with the doctor who was not resembling Hojo more and more, and he was not prepared to really think about what that could mean for him in the future.

He replaced both jars back into the drawer and looked at the warped splintered wood. Glancing at Brooklyn, he pushed himself off the desk and said, "not sure it will fit back in there anymore. Let us just leave here and head for another section of the Institute." He gestured and began to move towards the door. "Hopefully the damage cannot be traced to us."

He wobbled in his next step, reaching out to grasp the door frame to balance him. A sudden feeling of vertigo was welling up from the back of his brain. "I..." He stumbled heavily into the door, feeling as if he had been shaken to complete dizziness. "Brooklyn... you..."

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[info]manhattan_red
2008-05-08 06:41 pm UTC (link)
Brooklyn didn't know who "Hojo" was, so he could only make the assumption that he fit the Frankenstein type persona as well and was probably worth avoiding. If they ever met, of course, which might not ever happen if they were really separated from their original worlds. He made another face at the broken drawer before following Cloud out. Honestly, he didn't care if the damage was traced to him. He'd take full responsibility - and gladly. ...Then hope he didn't get his eyes taken out for it.

Then Cloud stumbled, and Brooklyn rushed to his side to help support him again. "Hey. Whoa. You okay?" Obviously he wasn't, but somehow it was right to ask. "I told you I've got you covered if you need help getting around." The blond must be taking the sedatives too lightly and they were affecting him more than he thought.

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