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Tweak says, "You Go Baby!"

theboywhowaited (theboywhowaited) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-11-03 17:47:00

Entry tags:

damian wayne, rory williams

Who: Rory Williams and Damian
What: Running through the hospital
When: Late night, about 1 AM
Where: Hospital
Rating: TBA
Progress: Ongoing

This was insane. It was more than insane, it was mental. Rory ran, breathing hard against the halls, whipping out his PDA as he took off, feet echoing dully in the still flickering hallways.

‘Doctor. I…don’t mean to bother you, but there’s something going on at the hospital. People are…they’ve changed.’

He didn’t exactly put in it that one of those said people were chasing him with a bloody scalpel at this very moment, a twisted grin and blood painted against them like some kind of sick joke. He’d seen them hacking a patient to pieces, and frozen in a moment of panic. More so, the person was a child, no older than maybe ten which made the scene all that more horrific. Rory’s face had been painted against a moment of shock before taking a breath, stumbling back a bit, “Uh….uh, okay. So…okay…” He’d glanced, fleeting, to the body, noticing movement. Breath. They were still alive.

And so, in an instant of action, he’d distracted the kid, all of waving, a little bit of attempted mocking and with a kind of manic malevolence they’d finally followed.

It was entirely hard to believe that this was even happening. Already he was getting a sinking feeling about the entire situation, especially after having run into a few more complete impossibilities; that of a werewolf and a witch, green warts and all. He’d avoided spells, dodged getting mauled, but beyond it all hadn’t been able to shake the ten year old, trapped in a hospital. After rounding a corner and pressing himself against it he glanced, instinctively, back to the PDA as if somehow the Doctor might actually get the message and magically resolve the situation. But then again his mind came back to him and he sighed, groaning. “Right. Right, okay. Have to figure this out then. By myself…good. Great.” Another breath and he pushed off from the wall, moving his mind on overdrive as he came back around the corner, taking off again.

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thebratwonder
2011-11-04 12:52 am UTC (link)

Damian would never admit it, but he had actually enjoyed Trick or Treating. Of course he hadn't run from door to door and hadn't been the first to say Trick or Treat when they'd reached houses, but going out in a costume that didn't include Kevlar and grappling hooks and utility belts had actually been nice; not that he'd do it on a regular basis of course, but regardless it had been nice.

Well it had been nice until midnight anyway.

Damian had been back at the Mansion, still dressed in his lab coat, which he'd splattered with fake blood when the clock chimed and he no longer thought like the psychotic ten year old that he was, but like a psychotic doctor and his first thought was to find a "patient".

Over the last two days, Damian had wracked up a number of victims, real blood replacing the fake blood, which had covered his costume earlier and now he'd stumbled across the clinic and in turn, the doctor he was currently chasing down the hallway.

"Why're you running? It'll only hurt..." He smirked as he ran, which was faster then most ten year olds as a result of his training, "...a lot."

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theboywhowaited
2011-11-04 09:50 am UTC (link)

Really? A movie cliche? A horror movie cliche while running, sprinting more like, from a ten year old kid. Covered....in blood. And trying to operate on him. Right. Regardless, Rory hadn't ever imagined that something, a line like that, could actually be frightening. Whenever he sat down to watch a good classic he'd almost found it a little laughable when the predictable line cropped up and of course when the victim always, always screamed. But here he was.

The novelty of it faded away as soon as the TV was no longer separating him from the scene.

And again the boy stopped to catch his breath around another corner, instinctively diving in through a room to his side at the sound of footsteps behind him. It was a bad move and he did his best to hold his breath. He'd had little over a few days to get accustomed to the hospital and even less time actually moving frequently through it, so reality was it took him a second to recognize the room as the one just outside the actual operating room, which, of course, was abandoned and didn't help for his nerves. For Rory it was usually just patients rooms and working out what IV bag goes to who and bright greetings. He cursed mentally, already picturing the kid striding slowly, certainly into the room, as if he'd somehow caught the sent of his blood. Though with how he kept managing to find him and catch up, Rory didn't entirely doubt it. Truth was he was still weak from the shock of even seeing the kid operate full out on that patient earlier, still feeling shaky and disoriented, thrilled and taken over by fear. Otherwise he might have thought it through properly and realized he'd probably have a chance overcoming the kid, although, honestly, that large scalpel and the images of that "patient" were enough to blur that notion altogether. And here he'd thought that traveling with the Doctor had cured the need for fear.

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