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HOSPITAL ZONE
what's going on while you're here?
is your character sick
are they are a nurse?
maybe they making out somewhere with the doctor!!
or perhaps its a dramatic death scene in one of the rooms
get creative!

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[ long enough!! ]

Would I lie to you? [ yes. ]

[ APPARENTLY. ]

It wouldn't be the first time. [ c'mon, legs! let's go. wobbling, he starts looking for where his clothes might be stored. running out this get-up would be obvious -- ah, jackpot. ]

Just what are you doing here, anyway...? Aside from playing doctor?

Visiting an ill acquaintance.

[ re: shouichi. honestly, he dislikes hospitals!! but there are always the most interesting people- people who are sometimes desperate to survive, and those who are merely hanging on. ]

Don't you think hospitals have a certain je ne sais quoi about them?

[ he struggles with his gown getting in the way of pulling his jeans up, but he eventually succeeds. now time to hurriedly pull off said gown to replace it with his shirt and coat. ]

You -- [ makes a face. honestly. ]

No. I don't.
They're freezing and they smell like death. [ he stands back up from lacing his shoes and blinks, slightly disoriented. being on run didn't sound like much fun, he was already sort of exhausted. ]

I don't suppose you know where the security cameras and posts are in this place...

[ he still couldn't pinpoint mukuro's role in this. was he here solely to annoy him, or was he orchestrating this escape for a reason. also, he could just be bored. ]

If I told you, I'd lose the satisfaction of watching you blunder your way out of this mess.

[ maybe he's here to watch the inevitable chase as shouichi spectacularly fails to escape. also, did he even drive here? because if he did, he should check his car for booby-traps before getting in it. ]

Anyway, some might think it disrespectful to sneak out of a hospital like a criminal.

[ not him, of course!! fuck hospitals. but mukuro really does enjoy seeing him squirm. ]

[ it figures.
upon inspection of his back jeans pocket, his identification and gun are gone.
false identification, that is. it works for proof of id when swiping a credit card, but not when being searched against a government database.

it's about then that shouichi notices the handcuffs hanging from his bed's railing, one side open and unhooked. well, shit. ]

G-give me that -- ! [ shouichi makes a grab for mukuro's discarded doctor's coat, heart pounding. ] L-like you would be an authority on what ought to be considered disrespectful! You know if they find me with you they'll probably just shoot to kill!

[ shouichi attracted disaster naturally, but mukuro was the added fuel to the fire. always. ]

Edited 2012-03-05 08:10 (UTC)

[ the coat pockets are empty, a state they were either already in, or due to mukuro requisitioning the contents of them. but there's no time to waste worrying about that now! mukuro inspects the seams of his gloves, the leather smooth and perfect, a black oil slick melded against his fingers. he looks profoundly unworried.

maybe all the attempts on his life have desensitized him to it. ]

To your advantage. You could use the few seconds in which the discovery of my being present causes all company to exclaim something along the lines of, "it's that fruity bastard! Kill him!" to escape. Sort of like pointing in the other direction and saying "the prisoner went that way!" but to more effect.

[ he spreads his arms in a very and so, that's the plan manner, before reaching for the door, opening it. ]

After you.

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