Don't mind me
Who: Just this dude in a gorilla mask When: Jan. 5, afternoon after Leto's, Res, and Ronnie's posts Where: The hallway on a random deck
Dan lifted up the bottom of his gorilla mask to inhale deeply. The chemical smell of rubber and the tiny holes where his nose was squished made it hard to breathe. Just above his head, the small, discreetly-placed security camera focused on the gorilla boy as he stood before the fire hatchet. The hatchet was inside a glass box that was installed directly into the wall, with small hammer on a chain that was intended for breaking the glass. A large white sign above the case warned him that an alarm would go off if the glass was broken.
He looked up at the camera through gorilla eyes. Still glaring defiantly at it, he grabbed the hammer and gave the camera the finger.
Fuck it. If that lady on the electronic journal thing was going to hoard the guns, there was no reason he couldn't take a weapon for himself. The small, sharp bit of broken glass he'd salvaged after dropping a syrup bottle at work didn't seem like much anymore. Neither did a fire hatchet, compared to guns or tasers or aliens and the supernatural, but it was better than nothing. He didn't even know about the fire hatchets until the dumbass security guard that the killer hadn't even deemed worthy of murder had posted his own message on the ship's internet. Dan had found one right there in the hallway on the same deck as work. Why had he never noticed it before?
Okay. In and out. Really quick.
Crash! Dan shattered the glass, pulled at the hatchet with the momentum he was using to start sprinting down the hall, felt his arm muscles strain, and promptly smacked his leathery face directly into the same wall before hitting the ground hard. The hatchet was stuck.
“Fuck!” he panicked scrambling back up to his feet and running all the way down the hall before he realized the alarm hadn't even sounded. Baffled, he made his way back to the case. The hatchet was being held in place by two clips that needed to be manually removed, which was why it wouldn't pull loose.
Sheepishly, Dan retrieved the hatchet. It figured, with everything malfunctioning on Satan's cruise line, that the alarm on the box wouldn't work either. He didn't even know if the camera was actually working. Though even if it was, there was only one unarmed security guard. One unarmed security guard who'd just watched a skinny gorilla try to steal a fire hatchet and then swing himself into a wall.
Purely out of spite, Dan cut the little hammer loose from its chain with the hatchet and scampered away with them both.