Simms (sinnersstandup) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-12-13 22:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 060, simms |
Who: Simms and all the bathrooms on the second floor
When: When the meeting's in session
Where: That second floor that I was talking about
While he hadn't thought about it much beforehand, a meeting turned out to be a great time for Simms to get out of his little cage. He knew where basically everyone was going to be, unless one of the weirder ones skipped it. It didn't really matter, as long as he was left alone.
He tuned in to the feeds at two on the dot, watching for a couple minutes to make sure that they were in for a long conversation, and when the old man started his story for anyone who hadn't heard it, he knew that he had some free time. Earlier, his plan had just been to get out of his cell. After an unsuccessful meeting with Daniel, that plan changed to something more chaotic and fun. For Simms, that usually involved punching something, or someone if he was lucky, but he didn't have that luxury anymore. He had to try stealth now, which had never been one of his strong suites, but he'd manage.
As he made his way up to the second floor, he couldn't help but wonder if he should have warned the other people on Experiment B. He'd ask their forgiveness later.
Up the stairs he went, and he headed over to the lounge, to Oliver's room first, just because it was closest. The great thing about only a few doors locking from the outside was that he could slip in and out without making a mess, except into his own damn room. But getting into his own room wasn't his mission. The bathrooms were. He slipped into Oliver's bathroom and put down the stopper for the sink, pushed some toilet paper into the little emergency drain at the top of the sink, then turned on the water and walked away. He did the same to the bath tub, left the bathroom door open, and pulled open every window in the room.
Then he left that room quietly, and moved on to Kai's. He repeated the same actions. Close stoppers, clog drains, open windows. Next room. His room, locked. Next room. Next room. Next room.
He had no idea how much they'd gotten done at their meeting, but by the time he got back down to his cell, every room on the second floor that was unoccupied and unlocked was on it's way to flooded, and if he was lucky, frozen. As he crawled back down through his tunnels, he couldn't help but think that it was nice to have this great alibi. Being locked up really sucked, right up until it didn't.