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entrancelogs2011-02-24 11:19 pm
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Who: Diogenes (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fraterminor ), Benny (playingbadcop ), and Jean (gypsyjean )
Where: In Benny's room.
When: After the language event.
Rating: Could get R for violence.
Summary: Benny is long overdue for an ass-kicking, and Jean is in the wrong place at the wrong time.
the Story:
Breaking into the dear Detective's room hadn't been difficult. Diogenes hadn't expected it to be; in his experience, law enforcement personnel had little to no imagination. He peruses the room briefly, taking in the details with the barest of smirks. The old record player, the chaotic desk standing in stark contrast to way the rest of the room was flawlessly kept... with a little jolt of amusement, Diogenes notices the antique pistol he'd given Stango as a Christmas present sitting on his nightstand, obviously well-maintained.
Inhaling deeply, Diogenes reaches into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a slim leather case. He unzips it and inspects the contents; a syringe, a vial of liquid, and a scalpel. Setting the case atop a stack of precarious papers on the desk, he lifts the vial and the syringe, filling the latter, tapping out the minuscule air bubbles, and replacing the vial in the case. He sinks into the shadows of the room and watches the door, waiting in a blind spot for his prey to arrive.
fraterminor ), Benny (playingbadcop ), and Jean (gypsyjean )Where: In Benny's room.
When: After the language event.
Rating: Could get R for violence.
Summary: Benny is long overdue for an ass-kicking, and Jean is in the wrong place at the wrong time.
the Story:
Breaking into the dear Detective's room hadn't been difficult. Diogenes hadn't expected it to be; in his experience, law enforcement personnel had little to no imagination. He peruses the room briefly, taking in the details with the barest of smirks. The old record player, the chaotic desk standing in stark contrast to way the rest of the room was flawlessly kept... with a little jolt of amusement, Diogenes notices the antique pistol he'd given Stango as a Christmas present sitting on his nightstand, obviously well-maintained.
Inhaling deeply, Diogenes reaches into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a slim leather case. He unzips it and inspects the contents; a syringe, a vial of liquid, and a scalpel. Setting the case atop a stack of precarious papers on the desk, he lifts the vial and the syringe, filling the latter, tapping out the minuscule air bubbles, and replacing the vial in the case. He sinks into the shadows of the room and watches the door, waiting in a blind spot for his prey to arrive.