Post by elizabeth on Nov 14, 2012 14:53:46 GMT -5
Who left the infirmary unattended in a prison? That’s what Elizabeth wanted to know. She’d been sent there after an incident in the cafeteria with a knife that resulted in injuries on her arms. It wasn’t any big deal to her, but now as she sat there on the cot, alone, she couldn’t help but smirk slightly at the opportunity that presented itself.
Hopping off her seat she moved to the cabinets. Opening them up she took a peek inside searching for anything that might be good. The smart thing to do would be to just let it go. Going through withdrawal when she first arrived wasn’t exactly one of her highlights, but she couldn’t pass this chance up.
Of course nothing good was kept out where she could get it. Elizabeth placed her hands on her hips, blood dripping down her arms, as she gazed around the room. Her eyes landed on an upright storage locker. It was locked, of course, but she’d have be money that the good stuff was kept underneath lock and key. After finding that she wasn’t able to break it open (though certainly not through lack of trying--the locker now had several dents in the side where she’d tried to break in), Elizabeth pocketed a few other things she thought might be useful: Some band-aids, a scalpel, a bottle of Nyquil…
When she heard the door open to the room she looked over her shoulder frozen like a deer in the headlights. Stuffing the items down her uniform she shuffled back over to the cot and sat down, looking around nonchalantly, as the person entered the room.
Hopping off her seat she moved to the cabinets. Opening them up she took a peek inside searching for anything that might be good. The smart thing to do would be to just let it go. Going through withdrawal when she first arrived wasn’t exactly one of her highlights, but she couldn’t pass this chance up.
Of course nothing good was kept out where she could get it. Elizabeth placed her hands on her hips, blood dripping down her arms, as she gazed around the room. Her eyes landed on an upright storage locker. It was locked, of course, but she’d have be money that the good stuff was kept underneath lock and key. After finding that she wasn’t able to break it open (though certainly not through lack of trying--the locker now had several dents in the side where she’d tried to break in), Elizabeth pocketed a few other things she thought might be useful: Some band-aids, a scalpel, a bottle of Nyquil…
When she heard the door open to the room she looked over her shoulder frozen like a deer in the headlights. Stuffing the items down her uniform she shuffled back over to the cot and sat down, looking around nonchalantly, as the person entered the room.