FissionMailed

[Sp, yeah, downing every drink in that party room backfired quite quickly. Now Roy's head is spinning and hurting. At least he was able to survive the psycho Para-medic. That's something good already.

But all that drinking brought something back. Something that guy... Raikov? Yes, that was his name. All that talking about him being 'forced' to work under Big Boss... Was that true? He really couldn't tell, but what reasons would that guy have to lie to him like that? Did he really turn into an asshole or something like that so then people would just lie right on his face like that? Is he an asshole already and he never noticed?

It sure hurts trying to put these things together with such a huge hangover. This really isn't the time for him to look back at his life and analyse it. Unfortunately, he can't seem to think about anything but that.]

I really need to lay down...

[He leans on a wall and then sits on the floor, feeling strangely dizzy by his thoughts and the booze. He rests his head on his knees. He already had better days. What the heck he drank in that stupid room anyways?]

[But running around the corridors like an idiot isn't good either.

He said that, but that's EXACTLY what he's doing now. Well, he isn't exactly running, but he has no clue of where he is whatsoever, so he's just pacing around the hallways, looking kind of lost, with the gun he got from the theatre room. All he knows is that he's on the sixth floor. Why was that place so big anyway?

Even though he's kicking himself right now for not staying in the safe room, he felt pretty much useless sitting around and doing nothing.

He just prays to God that he doesn't fall into a trap, while trying to track down some activity from the enemy. And it doesn't really help much that he has a radio on him, since he doesn't know anyone's frequency (and sending a message to all frequencies possible was quite risky, specially at a time like that.]

Great job Roy. You really calculated your moves in advance. [He thinks to himself, with a sigh.]

[So, it seems like his leg finally decided to heal a little. That was good. At least, he didn't need the help of the crutch anymore to move around.

He went back to the infirmary where John took him earlier to leave the thing there. Also, he could use some new and cleaner bandages. Those around his leg weren't looking that well anymore. He thought about changing them right there, but first things first: he needed a shower, a bath... anything to make him a lot more pleasant to the eye. His clothes could use some washing too.

Walking out of the infirmary, with a small pack of bandages in one hand, he started to search the building for any place where he could do those things. He overheard something about a laundry, somewhere.

After walking around a little, he finally found the laundry. And, by luck or whatever, there was a bathroom next to it with a nice shower.

So, he proceeded to take a long and pleasant shower, he really couldn't remember when it was the last time he actually had the time to do anything like that. When he finished, he dried himself up, wrapped the towel around his waist and went to the laundry room.

He got inside and the place was pretty small, with some washing machines and a couple of chairs there. Also, there was a pile of old magazines piled up next to one of them, while the small speakers in that room play this nice little song, with a muffled sound.]

Well, that's quite nice.

[He went to one of the machines and put all his clothes inside. After looking at the buttons for a while, he apparently figured out how to use that, and it looks like that thing even dries the clothes. That was just too good to be true.

He sat on one of the chairs and started to wrap his leg with the new bandages. It was still impressive how fast he recovered in that place.

Now, he's nicely patched up, waiting for the washing machine to finish it's job as he scans through this magazine. Not that he hadn't seen that one already...]



(( ooc: finally reviving this character, hoping that I can characterize him a lot better now. ))