http://theother1412.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] theother1412.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] justonetruth2010-02-01 09:17 pm
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[for pansbox and police_daughter~]

After the incident with Kaito - stupid boy with a stupid name - 1412 was in the infirmary, but only because it was convenient. He would rather have holed up in a bedroom and let himself heal, but he kept bleeding everywhere. So he'd locked the door and made do.

His jacket and cape were off, lying bloody and torn on the floor, shirt following after and draped over the end of a counter. The assassin himself sat a little further on from the shirt, a few rolls of bandages next to him. He was slowly winding a half-used roll around and over the gashes on his chest, a constant litany of muttering under his breath as he worked.

"-stupid boy, shouldn't... Why did he...? Idiot! Mine mine, how dare he? ...shouldn't have done that, oh no, shouldn't, gonna make him paaaay~ Idiot, idiot, idiot stupid Kaito person-"

[personal profile] pandorabox 2010-02-02 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
That much blood always leaves a trail.

Kaito almost completely missed it. After all, his attentions were focused on something else at the moment (namely the argument over whether two months of rest after a bullet wound is enough recovery time for him to heist again, and yes it is Aoko I feel fine and don't give me that look I'm not going to hurt myself). But as the duo passed by the infirmary door, the smallest splash of red caught his eye.

He stopped, his gaze flickering from Aoko to the ground, then up to the door that he knew from experience was the first aid room

No small wound would leave that much blood.

"Aoko, someone's in here," he interrupted her, having tuned her out minutes ago to focus on the new problem at hand.

Without waiting for her response, he leaned forward and grabbed the doorknob, giving it an experimental twist-- only to find it was locked. Warning sign number two. Who would lock the door to the infirmary, anyway?

With a frown, he plunged a hand into the pocket of his jeans as he fished for a paperclip, or something that would let him open the lock and check inside. If someone was that hurt, he couldn't just leave them there to fend for themselves.
Edited 2010-02-02 06:17 (UTC)