http://playingbadcop.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] playingbadcop.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] entrancelogs2010-08-17 01:21 am

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Who: Diogenes ([livejournal.com profile] fraterminor) and Stango ([livejournal.com profile] playingbadcop)
Where: Hedge maze! Because I said so.
When: ...Right now? Probably after Stango gets some EVE from Sinclair.
Rating: Somewhere between PG-13 and R for violence.
Summary: Stango and Diogenes run into each other in the hedge maze; HEAVEN OR HELL, LET'S ROCK!
the Story:

Stango meant to save his first EVE hypo for later, but somewhere on the way back to his room, its blue glow started to draw his eye, and the itch got worse, and he started to sweat. He's been around long enough to know that the mansion's hall monitors like to catch people at their worst, so instead of heading back to his room, he's come outside and lost himself in the hedge maze.

There, he holds the needle up to the evening light and shudders. He's never seen one that big, and doesn't relish the thought of sticking it in himself. But he remembers feeling strong, he remembers walls blurring by, obstacles simply falling away, and that's stronger than his fear of the needle. He closes his eyes, punctures the skin, and depresses the plunger.

The muscles in his arm spasm, and the empty syringe falls from his hand. He opens his eyes and lifts his head, face sheened in sweat, but smiling.

[identity profile] fraterminor.livejournal.com 2010-08-17 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
Diogenes decided earlier to take a walk around the hedges. At present, he's smoking a thin clove cigarette and enjoying the evening.

He exhales a slow stream of smoke while rounding a corner and suddenly stops dead at the sight of Stango. He looks potentially worse for the wear, but the syringe on the ground and the smile on his face are clear signs of danger.

He wonders for a moment if he can escape unnoticed, but it doesn't look promising.

[identity profile] fraterminor.livejournal.com 2010-08-17 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
He carefully adjust his stance, preparing for fight and/or flight.

"Merely enjoying the night, Detective." He surveys the scene once more before taking another drag off of his cigarette. "And you?"

[identity profile] fraterminor.livejournal.com 2010-08-19 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
Diogenes watches him carefully for a moment before flashing an unrepentant smile.

"I never threaten, Detective Stango. I simply make promises that I have every intention of keeping."

[identity profile] fraterminor.livejournal.com 2010-08-20 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Indeed."

Diogenes slowly draws a slim case from his vest, speaking cordially while removing the scalpel from it.

"I had not planned on delivering on said promise this evening, but I am a great believer in providence."

[identity profile] fraterminor.livejournal.com 2010-08-20 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
Diogenes throws himself sideways. That excessive speed again. He makes a mental note to investigate how Stango has gone about leveling the playing field, but for now, he barely moves out of the way in time, falling to the ground in his haste to get out of the way.

[identity profile] fraterminor.livejournal.com 2010-08-20 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
Diogenes pushes himself off of the ground and lunges at Stango, keeping his stance low and aiming for the femoral artery with a calculated slash of the scalpel.

[identity profile] fraterminor.livejournal.com 2010-08-20 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Diogenes twists and slashes again blindly, but the blade hits nothing but air and he turns furiously, eyes landing on Stango a short distance away. He exhales and it turns into a smile as he straightens.

"My my, it seems we've got a few more tricks up our sleeve than last time, eh, Detective?"

[identity profile] fraterminor.livejournal.com 2010-08-20 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
Diogenes takes a measured, slow step sideways, almost as if he's about to begin circling Stango, eyes never leaving his.

"Is that so? You didn't seek out this little advantage of yours? I must say, I'm surprised. After our last meeting..." He smirks a little. "Well, I don't suppose it matters. At the end of the day, you're still just a relic."

[identity profile] fraterminor.livejournal.com 2010-08-20 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
Diogenes clutches at his heart histrionically.

"You wound me with your words, Detective. Truly."

Speaking of wounding, Diogenes suddenly dives and rolls toward Stango, making another attempt at the already wounded leg as he rights himself.

[identity profile] fraterminor.livejournal.com 2010-08-20 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
Diogenes does manage to move, but not enough... the force of the shot knocks him backwards, and with a strange, detached thought, he realizes that the bullet must have punctured his lung. He writhes feebly in pain and finds that he can't breathe, and slowly, ever so slowly, the world begins to dim from gray to black around the edges of his vision...