Board Thread:Mythical Roleplay/@comment-27147599-20171225171320/@comment-28247510-20171226031552

Paige hesitated, her mouth opening to speak, but then she stopped herself and lowered her gaze back to her papers. "I.. suppose not."

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Rory picked up one of the syringes, and, before he could flinch or hesitate, he promptly stuck the needle into his arm, where he could see a vein and the liquid could reach his bloodstrem quickly. He pushed it until the liquid was gone, all of it injected into himself, and he then pulled it quickly back out, throwing the empty syringe into a small wastebasket next to it, which already had a few other empty ones in it. He rubbed his thumb against the spot on his arm he'd injected it into, not bothering to get a bandage for it, and then pulled the sleeve of his jacket, which he was wearing over a white t-shirt, zipped his jacket, and walked out of his apartment. He made his way to the small, slow elevator at the end of the hallway, and pressed the button five times, hooing it wouldn't take half an hour to get there, as it sometimes seemed to do.