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Dr. James Pryce ([info]pryceisright) wrote in [info]nosuchplace,
@ 2008-08-13 13:09:00

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Entry tags:james pryce, kazuki watanabe, zane smith

Monday: September 24, 2007
Who: Pryce and Kazuki (with a special guest appearance by Zane!)
When: Late Afternoon
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: Stuck in a storage closet. How will they ever get out?

Pryce held both of his forearms outward, the flat of his hands aimed toward the door in front of himself. His eyes were closed as if he was trying to focus really, really hard. Taking a deep breath, Pryce exhaled it slowly and spoke to a figure behind him. "If you break my concentration," he began, "I'll use you to open the door. Do we have an understanding?" Nice, brunt, and to the point. The initial talking, jibberish, and slamming his fist into the door hadn't gotten them anywhere, but it did give Pryce a sore hand. Pryce knew their best bet was for him to use his powers to open the door, and that's what he was going to do.

His mind focused on using half of the force behind his full capabilities. If the door didn't fly immediately off its hinges because of that, well then Pryce wasn't sure what to do. He took another deep breath. Exhaled. Finally, all of his muscles noticeably tensed up. His face was strained, the veins in his arms and hands bulging.

A small dent appeared in the metal door.

Pryce suddenly opened his eyes, hands still held out. He stared in shock at how two-hundred pounds of brute force psychokinetic power couldn't open the damn door! A slew of curse words exited Pryce's mouth, and he rammed his shoulder into the obstacle in their path.

"Ow," the doctor said, stumbling away from the storage closet's door. Well, that didn't work either. "Good grief, we're trapped in here," Pryce said morbidly.

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[info]bloodisyouth
2008-08-15 10:59 am UTC (link)
"..................You're telekinetic and you can't even open a damn storage closet?" Kazuki asked, unimpressed. He was forced into the corner of the area. It was to spare the both of them since usually he was in the better of moods. He wasn't going to be used to open the door because by the time the doctor tried, he would have already pounced on him and bit him wherever was going to promise massive blood loss. He was tired, grumpy..and hungry. He came here for some blood and now he was stuck with a doctor who was pissing him off.

When the dent appeared he accidentally let out an amused snort. "Ah, I can do that by merely kicking the door. Maybe you're too old for this?" He poked, a glint in his eyes. He stomped a foot with a sigh. "God huuury, why do you think I came here!? I didn't come here to get stuck with some mean old guy who sucks at cool powers. Get us out of here!" Did Pryce know why he was here? Oh, it would be terrible to find out that he was trapped with hungry, hungry, Kazuki. He may look and sound like a little whiner right now, but when hungry he was not a pretty sight.

As Kazuki began to uselessly kick at the door in hopes that he dented the door in further he began to wonder what grumpy doctor tasted like. He just snuck a peak at Pryce, then moved his gaze back towards the damn door. Eventually, he grew tired and gave up. He hung his head and hands towards the ground. "Hnnn, your...fault.." He huffed.

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[info]pryceisright
2008-08-16 12:00 am UTC (link)
"You!" Pryce shouted, whirling around and pointing a finger at Kazuki with a big, muscle-bulging arm. Okay, so it wasn't bulging with muscle, but Pryce worked out enough that his arms were hefty with muscle and the build was noticeable. "I'm trying the best I can," Pryce announced, "and for all I know, the damn door is reinforced with Elven whatchamacallits. Those freakin' elves use their magic on anything and everything around here. How do I know what's preventing me from opening the door?" Pryce was just as aggravated as Kazuki, and this was obviously not his idea of a grand old time. His shoulder was starting to ache from running into the door, but Pryce refused to rub away the soreness with the kid watching him.

Pryce gave an annoyed glare at the younger man. "Why would I know why you were here, Mr. Kool-Aid Hair Boy? I was just on my way to pick up some syringes when I saw found a certain random stranger plundering around in my storage closet!" Pryce's impression of the younger man had been perhaps that of a lost youth or junkie trying to snatch supplies from the medical pavilion. He had no idea what Kazuki came here for or what the boy had been doing in the storage closet when he showed up on the scene.

"Yeah, well, I didn't start off my day hoping to get stuck with some annoying teenager with a penchant for funky hair and a weird fashion sense," Pryce shot back. He was not a happy camper either. Pryce didn't like small enclosed places, especially not with another person. The doctor crossed his arms and moved to lean his back against the wall furthest from the door. "My fault?" he asked, his voice much calmer this time. "I wasn't the one rummaging through hospital supplies. What the hell were you looking for, anyway? There's nothing but cotton balls, gauze, and syringes in here." A lot of other basic medical supplies, but nothing fancy.

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[info]bloodisyouth
2008-08-23 02:23 pm UTC (link)
"You're age is preventing you from opening the door." Kazuki stated with a growl. No one tackled fashion that was the tiny vampire. Kazuki made a face at and wiggled his fingers. "You know, arther-iter-is or whatever. I'm sure you got that running strong by now. You look about fifty plus when you're yelling." He eyed Pryce with a raised lip. "At least I KNOW what fashion is. Starting from your hair, I can tell that outside your scrubs even jesus of tailors couldn't save you. I don't think they would want to, you're so mean." Okay mean wasn't exactly a strong insult, but the the thing about him being old may have dug into his skin a bit.

Kazuki ducked his head only a little when Pryce was somewhat right about him seeming like he was trying to steal something. He was sheepish about asking for blood and usually went Bond and just took blood and fled. His cheeks flushed a bit then he glared at his still snack worthy ass of a fellow trap-ie.

"Hey! It was none of your business. Maybe I got like some rash or something I don't wanna talk about!"

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[info]pryceisright
2008-08-25 01:11 pm UTC (link)
Pryce's eyes seemed to grow wider just from hearing the words coming out of the younger man's mouth. "My age is preventing me from opening the damn door?" he challenged, pointing a finger at his own chest. Oh no, that little munchkin did not just go there. Poking fun at Pryce's age incurred one of two reactions. If he was in a good mood, he laughed and brushed it off as a weak attempt at payback. If he was in a bad mood, well... things didn't go over as well as that. However, Pryce did laugh when Kazuki couldn't even pronounce arthritis correctly. In fact, he bent over and slapped his knee with a hearty thwap. "You... you can't even say arthritis right!" he managed in between chuckles. The older man didn't even hear Kazuki's final insult about his clothes. Besides, this wasn't a fashion show. He was a doctor, for crying out loud. He needed to dress professionally correct for the job.

The young man's mention of a rash caused Pryce to fall silent briefly, though he was still trying to fight off his bubbling laughter. "...You have a what?" Pryce asked, straight-faced only long enough to say those four words. He snorted immediately afterwards, covering his nose and shaking his head at the young man. "Oh please, tell me you don't," he continued, dropping his hand to his side and attempting once more not to laugh. Pryce raised both hands and shook them as if to ward Kazuki away. "Don't come to me later about that," Pryce said. "You go find another doctor to check up on that... rash." He snorted again, bursting out laughing.

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BUAHAH fear me! <333
[info]bloodisyouth
2008-08-28 11:38 pm UTC (link)
Kazuki made a humming noise, a smug expression coming across his face. It came right along with pretty blinking of the eyes. He clapped his hands together and leaned towards him. “Well, let me tell you something. If I did have a rash, I would rather rub the location of the rash against a tree riddled with poison ivy than let you come even close to me.” He located a finger towards the door. “That being said old fart..WORK! HEAAVVVEEEE!!” He clapped his hands together eagerly. “Come on! Come on!”

God he could sense that feeling of light headedness were he was caught between sleepy and sick and Pryce was in deep shit if he didn’t start working on the door. “Come on! Work those old man moves! Pretend you actually have a date or something!” He made feverish motions, making a soft whining noise when he felt his stomach clench a little to remind him even more of his hunger.

Mmm..Grumpy doctor blood. No, No. Bad Kazuki. He’s a bastard anyways. Bastard blood probably tastes horrible.

He started to stomp on the ground, hoping that would annoy the doctor enough to try even harder. Wait, wait..that ruined his concentration didn’t it? Well, for Kazuki it kept him from thinking that his best blood supply was in the room. Not to mention he wouldn’t have to hear a certain irritating voice anymore.

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[info]pryceisright
2008-09-01 06:29 pm UTC (link)
"I second that spectacular option of treatment therapy," Pryce said with the most serious voice he could muster up. The older doctor crossed his arms over his chest, trying his best to contain his laughter and maintain a straight face. However, the annoying little punk decided to point at the door and order Pryce around like he was some work dog! "Work?" Pryce asked slowly, hints of Clint Eastwood accent making its way into his voice. "Heave?" The kid kept going on and on, coming up with even more ridiculous notions that were supposed to motivate the doctor into action. Old man moves and pretending he actually had a date?

"Oh no, you didn't, little man," Pryce snapped, unfolding his arms and positioning them in front of himself. "How about I levitate you over to the door and slam your head into a thousand times over to see whether or not you're dead weight will open the damn thing, huh?" Pryce was dangerously close to trying out that theory and seeing whether or not it would work. If the little guy didn't shut up with his yammering and complaints, Pryce was ready to knock him out cold by using his head as a battering ram.

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[info]bloodisyouth
2008-09-01 07:24 pm UTC (link)
Slam him as a door opener? Oh no. Oh hell no. No way was he going to be the mans level up on the 'getting out of the storage closet' level. He wished. Enough! Time this man knew he was the lower half of the two. Hah, how would it feel to know a light weight was capable of making Pryce a meal to go?

Kazuki got in his face lifting up his lip slightly. "You listen to me, Mr. You wanna know why I came here? I'll tell you. I came here because I was hungry." He let his eyes fall to the side. "And we all know that if a regular person was hungry they would just take a hop, jump, skip WHATEVER to the town. Now, what would someone like me, if I was 'normal' be doing in the Medical Pavilion when I am STARVING?" he pretended to hum in thought. "Gee, I don't think they have hamburgers here unless it's for the patients for some crappy stay in meal!"

He got even closer. "Now, considering I'm in the wrong closet for what I was looking for and I am hungry to the point where I feel like we are in an elevator, it might not be exactly healthy for you to piss me off either." He gave a sweet smile. "Otherwise maybe we would have gotten along just great!" He patted Pryce's shoulder with a wide smile.

"I'm getting coo coo for doctor puffs. Seriously. So, don't try me."

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[info]pryceisright
2008-09-03 11:45 am UTC (link)
Pryce crossed his arms and pretended to hum as if he wasn’t listening to the young man stuck in the storage closet with him. While Pryce hadn’t expected the little guy to be a vampire, it was only a temporary shock. Pryce’s humming cut off mid-note, and he turned shocked eyes onto Kazuki as the little guy brought up fetching a meal at the medical pavilion. Suddenly, it came to mind what kind of praeternatural this guy was and how it wasn’t necessarily a good thing to be caught with him in a small, enclosed area when the vampire was hungry.

The doctor sucked it up, though. Well, for the average human being, it was a bad thing. Pryce, however, was a mean, lean, levitating machine—and no matter how strong Kazuki was physically in comparison to Pryce, the little guy couldn’t fight thin air while he floated in it. And Pryce had the power to make the little guy float for a looong, loooong time.

Pryce chuckled as Kazuki patted him on the shoulder, although it wasn’t a friendly chuckle. “Coo coo for doctor puffs, huh?” He raised his eyebrows. “Touch me one more time, and I’ll slam you so hard into the wall with my levitation powers, you’ll be in a coma for a month.” Pryce wasn’t joking either. If Pryce had to knock out the vampire to keep the guy from biting him, he had no qualms with that idea whatsoever.

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[info]bloodisyouth
2008-09-04 09:15 am UTC (link)
Kazuki suddenly made a mousey giggle. “A coma? A coma?” His eyes grew wide. “I’m too cute to be in a coma.” His body hunched over with a huff. “Ugh. You win, I just can’t be mean like you. You’re just too much of a bastard.” He waved a hand up above him and towards Pryce while he was still hunched over. “In fact you are such a bastard that it fills the bastard that I just can’t be.” He gave another pouty huff. “I’m sorry I was so mean to you. I’m just friggin’ hungry. In fact, I’m really not mean at all. Ask Faye. She’s a really sweet, fantastically pretty fae.” He said it with envy, even with a sigh. “ It’s just right now I’m equivalent to a pregnant woman about to have her child I’m so hungry. You dig? Great, you dig.” He pondered it. “No wait, I’m as bad as when Luke found out when Darth Vader was his father, that’s better and cooler sounding.”

He moved to the back of the room. “You’re an ass. But everything else was just me trying to well, be less hungry but more mean. But man, you are an ass.” he shuffled his feet on the floor. “just no to the coma. I have seen it on soap operas and ugh, my hair would look so awful and I already look pastey as hell as it is.”

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[info]pryceisright
2008-09-04 01:11 pm UTC (link)
Pryce remained silent and let the little man ramble. Yes, yes, he knew he was a bastard. He didn’t have to be told four times in a row. Or was it five? Pryce shook his head. He couldn’t keep track of how many times Kazuki said it in his mopey speech about how much of loser he was—which was quite obviously and very sadly true, in Pryce’s opinion—and how much of a—yes, you got it!—bastard that Pryce was on the inside of his blackened, shriveled heart. Pryce tuned in again briefly when the kid mentioned something about a hot fae named, well, Faye. Pryce might have to look her up after Emily turned him down.

Finally, Pryce couldn’t take the whining anymore. “Oh good god, man, put yourself together!” he shouted. Time for his superb pep talk speech, even though Pryce really didn’t want to give it to the little man. But they had to get out of here, so now was not the time to be picky. “There are two people stuck in this supply closet, and it’s gonna take two people to knock this door down. Now, obviously, there is something strong enough to block my psychokinetic powers, so we need to brainstorm over what to do next.”

He gave Kazuki a moment to take it all in before he continued. “So, whaddya say? Let’s take a crack at this thing, yeah?”

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[info]bloodisyouth
2008-09-04 08:31 pm UTC (link)
Kazuki scratched the back of his head with a dumfounded look. “Uh, uhm.” It dragged on for about thirty seconds before he looked towards the floor. “Well, maybe you have a lot on your mind you just don’t know that you do? I mean if your powers are all about the mind, maybe you need to chillax a little. I mean I know if I had to bend a door open and I had a million thoughts on my mind, I would suck at it. I know it doesn’t help that you have me in here, but dude. Maybe you have some issues in your head.” He gave a mousey look. “Not saying you have issues..Doctor.”

The vampire thought about the other doctor who was mean who always talked about getting high. But it wasn’t like they had any spliffs in here. Maybe that would actually make his powers worse anyways. Then a thought came to him.

“Maybe it works when you are scared? I know it doesn’t work when you get angry. I mean I could, but I would prefer not to be your trial and error for that.”

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[info]pryceisright
2008-09-07 12:44 am UTC (link)
Pryce frowned at the young man as he leaned against one of the walls and crossed his arms. "What do you mean, 'chillax'? There's absolutely nothing wrong with my mind. I'm at the height of my health," Pryce argued ridiculously. Of course, his mind wasn't necessarily in the best of places lately. The doctor was getting older each day, and it seemed like he hadn't led the sort of life everyone else around him had led. Over every other corner, he saw cutesy wutesy couples clinging to each other and making his stomach sick. Pryce wasn't jealous in the least, not at all. Folding his arms over his chest, Pryce made a blank look appear on his face and pretended his didn't know what Kazuki was talking about.

"I'm perfectly fine in the mind, too. You sure come up with some weird theories," Pryce observed, an idle tone to his voice. If he had to be stuck in a storage closet with a teenage vampire who suggested solving emotional and mental problems as the way to go, Pryce was going to try to bust that door down again any moment with a surge of anger. There was nothing like some well-placed rage to get the psychokinetic powers going like perfectly greased gears. "Why, I'm a well adjusted individual with a peachy keen mind. I'm still banking on super Elven forces blocking the door."

It sounded a little weak, but Pryce wasn't going to give up on assuming it had nothing to do with him.

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[info]bloodisyouth
2008-09-07 06:37 am UTC (link)
Kazuki drew a blank look at the doctor. "No offence. But I mean..Elven forces? For a door? I mean I can understand if a chance of fate wanted to make us miserable. But I doubt it was something that strong. Yet I don't want to irritate you and blame it on you. But I can't say it was me. I guess the wise thing to do is try and be adults and wait for help. I mean this storage closet seems like a popular place for doctors to visit...correct?" He dug his hands deeply into his back pocket, sensing he may have actually hit a rough spot on the doctor.

"So, I mean as long as we're quiet, or are just one worded friendly..I guess we just have to wait." He looked at the various patterns on the ceiling. Truth of the matter was there was no reason to stay mad at the doctor.

"Sory for all the hot fuss. I'm sure someone will stop by.." He assured. Until then either forgive and forget or pins and needles he supposed.

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[info]pryceisright
2008-09-07 12:06 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, screw this!" Pryce finally said in an angry voice. He was knocking that door down if it was the last thing he did! He stood in front of the supply closet door, gritted his teeth, and held out his forearms, open palms, and curled fingers. Channeling the force of his psychokinetic powers, Pryce slammed them into the metal door. The whole thing dented as if a huge Indiana Jones boulder ran into it, and then it flew off the hinges and hit the opposite wall. Pryce barely had time to watch the thing crash to the floor and scratch it up. His eyes caught sight of the culprit for the stuck door, none other than Zane Smith using his psychokinetic powers on the outside to block Pryce's own!

"SMITH!" Pryce shouted out. "C'mon, little man! Out of that storage closet! We have a suspect to teach a lesson," the doctor said ominously as he stared down his friend and fellow doctor. Hopefully, Kazuki wouldn't mind helping Pryce give Smith a run for his money for holding them in there against their will. "If you help me, we'll run by the Blood Bank first and get you some supplements," Pryce said to Kazuki, keeping his eyes on Smith as an evil grin appeared on his face.

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[info]bloodisyouth
2008-09-07 06:05 pm UTC (link)
Kazuki watched in awe as the old man,(okay well he guessed he wasn’t so old if he did that stunt) did his trick. He blinked a few more times before he looked over at Pryce with a smirk. “You know man, not bad.” He paused for a moment before he jumped a bit. “Okay, truthfully that was totally awesome! His smirk grew when Pryce made a deal with Kazuki. “You have a fair deal. Besides, it sounds fun even without the blood! Come on! What are waiting for!?”

He bolted for the doctor who trapped the two to their near doom and looked behind to see where Pryce was. “Come on! Try and catch up!” He yelled, a teasing tone behind it. He wouldn’t be surprised if Pryce was a fast runner. That was why he wasn’t slowing down.

"HEY GET OVER HERE!" He yelled after Zane.

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[info]nospoon
2008-09-08 04:47 pm UTC (link)
The entire time that Pryce and Kazuki had been 'locked' in the storage closet, Zane had been standing a couple of feet from the door trying desperately to hold in his laughter. Zane knew that this was going to be a momentous prank from the moment the vampire had stumbled into the storage closet a few seconds after Pryce had went in for supplies. It was an opportunity that Zane could not pass up, and so he used his psychokinetic powers to hold the door close. Locking them in to see the results was a treat all its own.

The conversation between the Asian vampire and the older metahuman had Zane in stitches. It was hard keeping the door locked when he was laughing so hard. Concentration was a key point in psychokinesis, and once it was lost it was hard to get it back. It wasn't until Pryce had used the full force of his powers on the door did Zane let up, letting the wood paneling fly from its hinges toward the opposite wall.

Zane was no dummy, though. As soon as the door had opened, and Pryce had emerged from it Zane had taken off down the hallway. He was still laughing heartily as he turned the corner to head down another hallway. Zane was a fast runner, but he wasn't sure if he could outrun a vampire, and a pissed off Pryce.

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[info]pryceisright
2008-09-08 10:16 pm UTC (link)
"YOU CAN'T HIDE FROM ME, SMITHY!" Pryce hollered down the corridor of the medical pavilion, running as fast as his feet would carry him. Given the sudden burst of energy, Pryce was running like the wind. He always was an avid jogger and runner, and Pryce had a smug enough perspective to think he was better at it than Zane. He rounded a corner and saw the younger doctor trying to make a dash for it. Pryce surpassed his closet-mate and launched himself at Smith, tackling the other man to the ground by the upper body.

"Quick! Get his feet!" Pryce cried out to Kazuki, wrestling with his colleague to get the man still on the ground. "Oh, you are paying for this one, Smithy," Pryce said to Zane. "You just wait. I'll get you back for this bigger and better than ever. Our next wheelchair race will have you in tears, and that'll just be the start of it!" Pryce looked back at Kazuki to see if his closet-mate had done the job. "So," he asked Kazuki casually, "what sort of torture slash punishment should we resort to in order to teach Mr. Smithy-Withy a lesson here?" Pryce's eyebrows bounced up and down. Maybe they could lock him up in a closet for a while. Pryce grinned at the idea.

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[info]bloodisyouth
2008-09-14 04:44 pm UTC (link)
Kazuki sat on Zane’s back as he pretended to ponder. Now what could he do to the man? Of course he was a lightweight so he was sure he wasn’t crushing him. Tickling him was so second grade and of course he wouldn’t lock the man in the closet…Or would he?

He turned his head towards Pryce, sitting on Zane a little harder to make sure he stayed put. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” His head directed towards the path that led to the closet where he and Pryce were once were trapped in. “I’m thinking this here doc needs a taste of his own medicine.” He gave a wicked smirk. “It’s awfully claustrophobic in there. Even for just one person.”

Without another word, Kazuki got up and started dragging Zane by his ankles with a grunt, trying to get Pryce off of Zane. “Come on, let’s throw him in there!” He demanded.

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[info]nospoon
2008-09-15 08:21 pm UTC (link)
Though Zane was usually fast, Pryce's determination had given the older doctor the edge he needed to tackle Zane. Zane let out a loud grunt and 'oof' as he went flying to the ground. It was a good tackle, and Zane had no chance now of getting away from Pryce. That didn't mean he didn't try though. Zane wiggled beneath Pryce's weight, his hand grasping at the floor as he tried to crawl away. But it was no use, Pryce just wasn't going to let up.

It became even worse when the little one, the vampire, came to sit on Zane's back. That was it. Stick a fork in him, he was done. Even with his psychokinetic powers he wouldn't have been able to get out of this situation. He stopped his struggling for the moment, listening intently to the two victims of his prank ponder their revenge. It wasn't until Kazuki announced that Zane needed a dose of his own medicine did he know what they were planning.

"Oh come on y'all! Don't do that! It was just a joke!" His pleading no doubt fell upon deaf ears as they began to drag him to another storage closet. Zane began kicking his feet. He even used his powers this time to levitate Kazuki off the ground. It would give him a couple of minutes to formulate a plan to get out of this mess.

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[info]pryceisright
2008-09-16 03:10 pm UTC (link)
Pryce grinned maniacally when Kazuki told him the master plan of enacting their revenge on Smith in the exact same way as what he had done to them. Of course, they weren't going to put that much effort into it. Throw him into the closet and then run away. "Just a joke, eh, Smithy?" Pryce helped Kazuki drag the other doctor towards a closet that was nearby. "Well, we'll see how you like this joke once it's played on you!" Pryce picked up his friend and helped the vampire shove his colleague into the small space, shutting the door on Smith's face. Pryce could barely contain his laughter, holding the door for all of a few seconds as he further taunted Smith.

"Not so hot in there, is it, Smithy?" Pryce demanded to know, shooting a grin at his wacky-haired companion. His own psychokinetic powers were keeping the door shut this time, preventing Zane from an easy escape. He wasn't going to hold the door for long, just long enough to annoy Smith and make him think they were going to hold the door for a long time. "A taste of your own medicine, haha!" Pryce was having to much fun with this, but he wasn't going to stand out here all day. Booooring.

Finally, Pryce nodded his head in indication for him and Kazuki to start running. "Enjoy your stay!" Pryce shouted, suddenly dropping the hold on the door and making a run for it. Pryce was laughing all the way down the hallway like a giddy schoolgirl. No, he wasn't holding the door anymore and Zane could escape, but still. It was all about the principle!

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SOOO sorry ftfail! :( fin?
[info]bloodisyouth
2008-09-22 01:53 am UTC (link)
When Zane would try and make his way out of the confines of the closet Kazuki would slightly be taken aback because of his little frame. Thank god he had Pryce or he would be done for! He made a grunting noise as he fully faced the closet and his palms pushed the door to ensure the door would keep Zane inside. He may have had a little extra kick thanks to being a vampire, but he still wasn’t all that hot as far as strength. His feet skidded against the floor, squeaking loudly and he winced at the noise. No way was he going to keep this on forever.

He couldn’t help but to be overjoyed when Pryce told him that he would be more than happy to make a run for it. It was fun to have Zane try and get out, but it would be even more fun to see if Zane could catch up with them. “Alright, oldie! Let’s go!”

Without hesitation, Kazuki turned towards the other direction and made a dash for it. “COME AND GET IT!” He yelled, hardly out of breath as he turned a corner and went as far as out of the Pavilion.

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