Fall of Smith - Beginning of Great Wisdom - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
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Date
1/1/2015
Log
Further in to the city, Hajime had instead escorted Smith to her own place of residence, though she had to help him down the stairs to reach the access door. Her residence was actually under a building, protected by two padlocked doors... The outer of which was occasionally soaked in cum.
The inside, was... Relatively good a place to stay, having one.. two... three, rooms? One of which was a bathroom, and the other a room which is cluttered with lots and lots of books, and newspapers, and a laptop. The latter of which doesn't have internet, of course, but it's useful for digital file storage.
The muscled medics, though confused, don't argue. Dr. Finnick had told them to listen to Ms. Dachi, after all. They set the stretcher, with Smith attached, down on a relatively uncluttered space, turning the stretcher into a table/bed of sorts. With that, they step back, nodding to Hajime and leaving, shutting the doors behind them. Smith turns and moans, struggling weakly against the straps, provided for his safety.
Hajime, making sure to lock both doors, approaches a dangling cord in the middle of the room, tugging lightly on it. As she did so, the room illuminates properly with a couple interlocked hanging lightbulbs. Hajime proceeds to approach Smith, kneeling down under her stretcher to unfasten the straps keeping him down. He can't do much harm to anyone here, so she doesn't see them as being a necessary precaution. "Good morning, Smith..." she says up to the big guy, "Someone slept in," she jokes, referring to the current time - 2:40PM.
Smith mumbles, rolling off the stretcher and thumping onto the floor, head first.
Hajime jumps slightly, banging her head on the 'roof' of the stretcher. "Ow!" she yelps, before looking across to Smith. "E-erm... Sorry there, buddy..." she chuckles, crawling over to give him a light wakeup nudge. "Rise and shine, sleepy guy..." she coaxes, trying to awaken Smith and check on his condition. The may've also been dented slightly by Smith's impact, depending on how solid his head is.
*the floor may've
Smith groans, mumbling something softly as he opens his eyes a bit, then shutting them again, the light hurting his eyes. He opens them again, slowly, looking around as he sits up, his green eyes flicking about the room before zeroing in on Hajime. "Ha...Hajime? Where... am I?" He looks around in confusion.
Hajime looks up, glancing around at their present location. She makes a mental note to clean the place up a bit before replying, "This is where I've taken up living, Smith. It was either that or the roof, and it's cold up there... And windy," she answers, shivering slightly at the memories. Huh. The fennec doesn't like the cold. Regardless, she smiles down at him. "Can you remember anything? If so, what was the last thing you remember?" she asks.
Smith looks at the Fennec blankly. "Foxes. I remember... foxes." He gets up slowly, groaning a bit as he looks around. "Rubber foxes... Then...fuzzy... and then..." He looks down at Hajime, pulling the Fennec up. "More foxes. Fighting..." He shakes his head and looks around. "Thirsty... Anything to drink? Not... not to be rude..."
Hajime blinks, ear twitching slightly as she ears the word 'fuzzy', seemingly unsure about just what exactly he was referring to with that adjective. Regardless, the fennec stands, adjusting her shiny new labcoat, which the people at the medical center were kind enough to loan her... Even if it is a tad too large. She nods, resuming her kind smile. "Indeed. I have the options of water, water, water, some questionable milk, and more water."
*hears the word
Smith nods. "Water... water works..." He blinks, then looks back at Hajime. "The books... why all the books?" He looks at some of them, reading the titles. "You look good in a... a lab coat," he says in passing, picking up one of the books and opening it to a random page.
Hajime wanders over to the bathroom, as the place seems to lack an actual kitchen. The sound of running water is heard as the fennec calls back, "Erm... Careful with those, please!" she calls back, seemingly overlooking the comment about the labcoat as she fetches him a glass of water. The book that Smith was now in possession of was titled, "Grammar for Illiterate Dummies," the author... Hajime Dachi.
Smith blinks, flipping through it. "You wrote a book?" He steps into the doorway and holds up the book. "Author /and/ scientist?" He picks up another book, looking at it. "And grammar..." He blinks, as though a thought had come to mind. "Grammatica." He grins, pleased with himself.
Hajime turns around, holding a now full glass of water. The fennec was standing on a stool to reach the higher cabinet that contains all of the glassware. She blushes slightly, stammering, "E-erm... Actually, I never was qualified to become a scientist... I was a journalist slash writer when P-Day hit... All those books and paper lying around are mine," she confesses, extending the water to the wolf. The truh has finally come out, it seems.
Smith peers at her for a moment, setting the book aside to take the water. "Interesting," he says, before gulping the water down and setting the glass aside, and continuing to look at her curiously for several moments. "So. What have you written about, topic-wise?" He winces slightly, rubbing his head a bit as he looks at another book. "Liber. Library. Book. Place of books." He hmms, looking around curiously before wandering towards the laptop.
Hajime hops down from her stool, scratching her head as she wanders back into the main room. She seems to have made pathways through the papers littering the floor. Perhaps the chaos was a little more organized than originally perceived. Hajime glances quickly to check up on Smith, replying, "Erm... A whole range of things, really, though I have taken a liking to writing about suspenseful stories involving creatures that were mutated through an intangible means, forced to live in a world populated almost entirely of creatures they're trying to rape the protagonist," she jokes.
Smith glances at Hajime. "You serious, or joking? If you're serious, I'm calling you Nostradamus." He picks up some papers, shuffling through them curiously, occasionally wincing, looking around, and then shaking his head. More frequently as time goes on. "Hrm..." He sets the papers down, looking around as he mumbles words, a few Latin words, a few German, Italian, Russian... though they're all rusty. And one word at a time. "Voces..." He shakes his head, rubbing an ear absentmindedly.
Hajime stops for a moment, frowning slightly at Smith's rambling. Trying to change the subject, Hajime approaches a dressing table of sorts, opening up the top drawer. Instead of clothes, it contains even more paper! Sifting through some of it, though, Hajime pulls out something very hard to get nowadays: A standard issue gun, pre P-Day, and a detective's badge. Sighing softly, the fennec says, "I was also told thst I had officially become a detective the day before P-Day hit. Some timing, huh?" she says, seemingly hiding a bit of something behind her words. The gun was, unfortunately, unusable, as it lacked any form of ammunition. It was purely a decoration and a memory, now.
