Kaidou "HAKU NO HAKU STOP" Eiri (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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snowblindrpg2015-06-10 05:22 am
fauxtality) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-06-10 05:22 am
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[log] SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS oh crap wait wrong kind of shots [closed]
Characters: Eiri Kaidou and Clayton Epps
Location House 88
Date: Day 003, morning, just after they can move again after the injection
Summary: Bad feelings abound and mysterious injections only make things worse (even if they're touted as improvements). Basically Eiri is Suspicious and poor Clayton may end up being the victim of this distrust.
Warnings: Talk of needles, probably. Loud noises courtesy of Eiri and his impressive lungs, more than likely.
For a spy, the ability to wake up at a moment's notice (and sometimes even before) is crucial to survival. Eiri has always been able to do just that, no thanks in part to Haku's godawful alarm clocks every morning, too, but even without those, if he needed to be awake at a certain hour, Eiri would be awake.
So on this particular morning, when he's jolted awake, at least in the mentally, by a pinprick pressure in his arm, he is understandably concerned and upset. And even when those gruelingly long fifteen minutes are finally over, and he can function like a normal person again, he still can't get over his failure.
Though, can he really blame himself? Realistically speaking, there was no warning, so he couldn't have prepared for whatever just happened. Then again, he could have not passed out, surely, so he would have been able to see what just happened. But even then, it already happened and he can't do anything about the past, so he has to move on and hope he doesn't suffer any awful side effects.
...But wait a second. He's not alone in this house. Logically, there can only have been one person who could have injected him. (And with the atmosphere of the past two days getting to him, he may jump swiftly to conclusions.) So, slipping his backpack on and making sure he's bundled up in case he needs to make a swift getaway to the outside, he leaves the bedroom he had stayed in and immediately looks for the other man.
And once he does, he takes hold of his golf club, though he doesn't raise it defensively or offensively, and looks confidently at Clayton. "What the hell was that?"
Location House 88
Date: Day 003, morning, just after they can move again after the injection
Summary: Bad feelings abound and mysterious injections only make things worse (even if they're touted as improvements). Basically Eiri is Suspicious and poor Clayton may end up being the victim of this distrust.
Warnings: Talk of needles, probably. Loud noises courtesy of Eiri and his impressive lungs, more than likely.
For a spy, the ability to wake up at a moment's notice (and sometimes even before) is crucial to survival. Eiri has always been able to do just that, no thanks in part to Haku's godawful alarm clocks every morning, too, but even without those, if he needed to be awake at a certain hour, Eiri would be awake.
So on this particular morning, when he's jolted awake, at least in the mentally, by a pinprick pressure in his arm, he is understandably concerned and upset. And even when those gruelingly long fifteen minutes are finally over, and he can function like a normal person again, he still can't get over his failure.
Though, can he really blame himself? Realistically speaking, there was no warning, so he couldn't have prepared for whatever just happened. Then again, he could have not passed out, surely, so he would have been able to see what just happened. But even then, it already happened and he can't do anything about the past, so he has to move on and hope he doesn't suffer any awful side effects.
...But wait a second. He's not alone in this house. Logically, there can only have been one person who could have injected him. (And with the atmosphere of the past two days getting to him, he may jump swiftly to conclusions.) So, slipping his backpack on and making sure he's bundled up in case he needs to make a swift getaway to the outside, he leaves the bedroom he had stayed in and immediately looks for the other man.
And once he does, he takes hold of his golf club, though he doesn't raise it defensively or offensively, and looks confidently at Clayton. "What the hell was that?"
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He doesn't really consider that Eiri would have remained so paranoid until he wanders out the door and meets him, face-to-face in the hallway. Eiri is armed with more than just a tablet.
"Woah! Woah." Immediately Clayton raises his hands and takes a step back to give his temporary housemate some room to breathe. The golf club is held neutral. Eiri must not have made up his mind yet, he reasons, so maybe it's best if he doesn't draw attention to it right now. "Uh--the shots? Yeah, got one too, on my arm. I can show ya."
Clayton would just go ahead and pull up the sleeve of his sleeping shirt for this, but he's not making any sudden moves until Eiri calms down. Let him keep control of the situation. Hopefully that will help.
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Well, he can't say that Clayton isn't innocent, either. There's just too much he doesn't know right now, too many unknown variables, and while he wants to be able to pin the blame on someone, and someone he can actually physically see and touch, he's starting to feel a little silly for immediately pegging this guy as the culprit. Especially with all the unseen presences he's been hearing at night and this mysterious admin on the network. He doesn't want to admit that something or someone intangible is able to defy the laws of physics, but the longer he's stuck in this place, the more likely that possibility becomes.
Then again, Clayton is still here and they're still back at square one for now. Clayton is willing to cooperate, at least, so Eiri nods, urging him to show proof that he's a victim, too. He still doesn't raise the golf club, but his handle on it tightens just enough.
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"Upper right arm." He waits again to make sure that Eiri acknowledges and understands what he's doing before he slowly, deliberately reaches for the corresponding sleeve of his t-shirt, rolls it up to his shoulder and twists to show off the outer edge. The shot's puncture is still bruised, but definitely less noticeable than it was when he first woke up. He realizes this about midway through the procedure. "Can you see it alright?" Clayton asks, a little sheepishly. "I know it ain't great. Took a better picture on the network--seems like everybody's got 'em. Ain't just us."