Who: Simms, Lennon, & Roman later When: 11:30 AM Where: Lennon's Room
Simms was in trouble, though he had no way of knowing just how much trouble he was in yet. From what he had seen in the past, this house couldn't come together on a decision when they had trouble. The junkie was a fuck up, and should have been sentenced to something when he'd gotten in trouble. Simms wanted to believe that the same would happen for him, should it come down to it, but he doubted that Chase would allow that to happen, at the very least.
But truthfully, Simms wasn't thinking that far ahead. He was just mad. He looked weak, in his opinion. For the second time, someone had crept up behind him and taken him down. He'd had his fingers broken, and had been able to do little more than sit there as Chase threatened him. Things were not supposed to go that way. Sure, scaring Juno had gone well, but all the enjoyment he had gotten out of that was gone by the time he returned to the house.
He'd gotten back to the house with a plan, and the fact that Chase had put a warning up didn't change that. He'd expected it, even. Hell, he half expected to come back to the angry faces of the three he'd ended up in the fight room with, as well as Chase with his ax. But it was just a warning, that Simms was only aware of because he had signed on to send a message to Roman. If he hadn't stopped to try to splint his fingers, he may not have even seen Chase's message at all.
With his hand wrapped, his head foggy, and his message to Roman sent, Simms grabbed one of the few things that had been left on his belt when he was dropped off here. The flashlight. It was a big, heavy thing, that wasn't as painful as the club that they had taken from him, but could be used for protection, or just as a weapon, in a pinch. He brought his handcuffs along too, sure that he could find a use for those as well. Then he headed upstairs, to the top floor. To Lennon's room.
He set his jaw as he reached Lennon's door. He rolled his shoulders, and tightened his grip on the flashlight in his left hand. He cursed Chase for breaking the fingers on his dominant hand. He wished that Chase would feel everything that he was about to put Lennon through. Carefully, he reached forward and twisted the door handle, expecting it to be locked, but Lennon's door swung open anyway. Simms let himself in.
Even better, Lennon was actually inside.
"Hey," he said, and he smiled as he swung the door shut behind him.