X-23, Laura Kinney (weapon_x_23) wrote in walkingscenes, @ 2012-09-18 19:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | gregory house, x-23 |
Who: Laura and House
Where: The Lab.
What: Experimentation, and hopes.
When: After being bit, midafternoon.
Rating: Mid-range, for blood.
Open: To Bruce, Doctor Cuddy and Doctor Wilson if they wanna venture in later. (If slayer-types (and Blade) want in hit me up first please.)
Status: On going.
Laura began putting things in motion since the power returned. Not wanting to risk losing it before diagnostics could be run. She lamented going back on her word, both to Bruce and House. Organizing others would take far to long and there was no telling how long the light would last. So without word to anyone, without asking for backup, she crept out of a window. One that was not her own, a room that had been empty, and unused for sometime. It made it easier to mask her return, knowing there would be a few that would not hesitate to kill her given the chance. After collecting something to cover the wounds, as not to attract walkers to the hospital once she was bit and bleeding, she was gone. It had not taken her long to find a lone zombie. There were a few others not far off, from it but she was able to get done what had to be done. Three bites. Three bites and she killed the creature, bound the wounds so she would not be followed, and made her way back. After insuring she was not followed, Laura climbed back up to the window she'd used previously. Standing wait a few moments inside the door, to be sure no one would pass by, she made her way out. Taking the quickest route that would lead her to House. And simply hope that he would not be too angry with her. His scent lead her to the lab. Wary, her fingers tapped against the door. She didn't want to alarm him, and cause an accident by storming in. Her fingers toyed with each makeshift bandage. One tied around her upper right arm, one wrapped around her left shoulder, the other bound her midsection, which was left exposed by her costume. A costume which consisted of a leather camisole, leather pants and her typical thick soled boots. Her arms left free of any adornments beyond what covered her wounds. Wounds that were not closing all that quickly. She willed him to answer the door, or bid her come in. He had to, before someone else found her. |