Dantalion (knoweth_all) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2015-02-09 18:49:00 |
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Current mood: | blah |
Entry tags: | dantalion, jayden delacroix |
Who: Dantalion & Jayden
What: Doing what she does best
When: Monday night (the 16th)
Where: The treatment center
Warnings: Only most of them
Sometimes, when there wasn't much for her to do in the city, Dantalion took to wandering. True, the city was packed with millions of people just waiting to be messed with, but there was more fun to be had if you were willing to travel a bit.
Outside the city proper, it was easier to keep her mental shields down for longer periods of time, too, so she listened to passing thoughts as she roared down the streets on her motorcycle. About 20 minutes outside the city, she heard such a chorus of miserable-sounding thoughts that she just had to stop and poke around for a while.
She knocked out one of the doctors entering the building, took his coat and ID badge, and started roaming the hallways in that form, listening at various doors. The self-loathing was thick enough to cut, and it took all her concentration not to grin like a lunatic.
She paused outside a door labeled 'Delacroix, Jayden', and started idly flipping through his chart while listening to what she could hear the boy thinking, rather loudly. The more information she could get from someone, the more thorough their breaking would be in the end.