James McCafferty (jameswantsit) wrote in midianasylum, @ 2010-08-16 23:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | fisher, james |
Friday - June 12th, 2015
Who: James and Fisher
When: Friday Night
Where: Ward A - The Lighthouse
What: James is one crafty motherfucker.
Rated: NSFW
Thursday had been good to James, aside from the fact that his sister was here now too. Playing nice had afforded him a few amenities and a meeting with Nic that evening had afforded him a few more. And now he had all that was necessary to keep up his end of the bargain he had made with Fisher, he just had to wait for other things to fall into place. And they would. Today was Friday, and that meant that it was time for the weekend staff to come on duty who were far more easy to manipulate than the weekday crew was. Once he'd seen who had been assigned to not only the ward itself, but to Fisher for his "suicide watch", he knew this was going to be a cake walk.
He waited until it was half an hour until time for lock down to put his plan into action. Part one, he flirted with the nurse at the nurse's station. She was young and pretty and she liked the attention. He'd done this a million times. And while she wasn't looking, he slipped into her drink a few of the crushed sleeping pills that he had managed to keep. You see, every night that he wasn't in solitary confinement, they gave them to him, but he never took them. He had perfected a way of hiding them far back in his mouth so they never knew and he kept them tucked safely away in his mattress for events such as this one.
With that said and done, it was on to phase two, which involved a Diet Dr. Pepper and tape, which he had managed to take from the storeroom when he and Lolette had ventured there the day before.
Looking as cool and collected as ever, bottle of soda in hand, James strolled into Fisher's room which was right next to his just as the nurse was settling in with the boy for the evening. "Hey, Miss Keisha." This woman was not one to take much shit, this he knew, but he turned on the charm regardless just to distract her from everything else he was doing.
"What do you want, McCafferty." That was the greeting he got in return before he took a few steps forward and held out the bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper for the woman to take. "Nurse Leslie asked me to bring this to you since I was coming this way. She said you'd left it on the desk so... I'm bringing it."
"This ain't mine." The woman took the bottle, inspecting it, but she would find nothing wrong with it. James wasn't an idiot, after all. He had spent quite a bit of time that day working to get the lid off without actually breaking the safety seal so as to not raise any suspicion. And it looked like it had worked.
With a shrug of his shoulders, James nonchalantly remarked, "Throw it away then." And with that, he turned to walk out of the room, but not before casting a knowing smirk in Fisher's direction. And as he would also notice if he was paying attention, and of course he was, James would slip a piece of tape on over the lock, just as he had his own. The door would click into place easily enough, but it wouldn't latch completely, and in an hour or so when the sleeping pills took effect and both of the nurses were out like a light, they'd have at least a good couple of hours to do as they wanted without running the risk of getting caught.