Post by Boniae on Jan 6, 2017 4:51:12 GMT
Nathan
Nathan needed a drink. Desperately. He staggered over to the bar table and gingerly settled into one of the stools. It didn't seem like there were any bartenders or wait staff in sight, which irked him slightly. His first thought was maybe they'd already ran to phone the cops in the comfort of their own staff room, but Nathan chalked it up to his own paranoia. His number one priority was laying low, but he figured he'd been doing that fairly well for the past two days. He was miles and miles away from the previous place he once called home, and now more or less on the run. This would only continue until he was finally caught, or dead. And possibly a little bit of both.
It was just the price he'd have to pay for using his patients as his own personal experimentation projects, he supposed. Sure, being on the run sucked, but at least he still had his data. Nathan's fingers crept into the pockets of his worn out jacket, feeling relieved as he touched his data card. He let out a sigh as he looked around the lounge hastily. There were hardly any people in the place, just himself and a few others. It was almost unnerving. He needed some whiskey.
It was just the price he'd have to pay for using his patients as his own personal experimentation projects, he supposed. Sure, being on the run sucked, but at least he still had his data. Nathan's fingers crept into the pockets of his worn out jacket, feeling relieved as he touched his data card. He let out a sigh as he looked around the lounge hastily. There were hardly any people in the place, just himself and a few others. It was almost unnerving. He needed some whiskey.
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