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makethemguilty( Entry background. Manfred's stay in the hospital. )
[Von Karma was as much in possession of the facts as he was day and night. What was more, he didn't know what to make of the unsettled feeling which almost seemed...oddly familiar. Perhaps it was the way in which the nurse had addressed him.
The morning was otherwise, by all accounts, relatively uneventful. The doctor told him of their decision to release him, with which he'd immediately consented, and asked for his clothes to be returned to him. They were, unfortunately, still stained with dried blood from the incident. He wondered if they couldn't be dry cleaned and mended given he'd no other clothes to speak of...He opted for the moment to borrow a black jacket, a plain sweater, and a pair of pants a little too tight that had been laundered, left by previous patients in their storage, carrying his own clothes in a small package under his arm.]
'Thump', 'click', 'click. 'Thump'. 'Click, click'.
[His cane made a steady beat against the polished floor as he moved, his body stiff and a little awkward from the support brace bound about his fractured ribs, his hand gripping the handle hard as he carried himself towards the entrance. He clicked on the video feed now, looking perhaps a bit out of place since he wasn't wearing his usual jabot, but a plain turtleneck sweater instead.]
Strange. That almost seemed...But no matter. Recommendations: Tailors, and…A hotel, if possible. I suppose I could utilize the map on this phone if needed, but it would be more convenient to be told what this City offers.
[First things first, he would need to find available transport. Then, he could look for ways in which he could obtain proper clothes, as well as temporary residency. A hotel for a night, in all likelihood.
He was now standing outside on the street in front of the hospital, looking unconcerned.]
(OOC: If you want to bump into him on the street by all means.~ Action tags are welcome.)
[Von Karma was as much in possession of the facts as he was day and night. What was more, he didn't know what to make of the unsettled feeling which almost seemed...oddly familiar. Perhaps it was the way in which the nurse had addressed him.
The morning was otherwise, by all accounts, relatively uneventful. The doctor told him of their decision to release him, with which he'd immediately consented, and asked for his clothes to be returned to him. They were, unfortunately, still stained with dried blood from the incident. He wondered if they couldn't be dry cleaned and mended given he'd no other clothes to speak of...He opted for the moment to borrow a black jacket, a plain sweater, and a pair of pants a little too tight that had been laundered, left by previous patients in their storage, carrying his own clothes in a small package under his arm.]
'Thump', 'click', 'click. 'Thump'. 'Click, click'.
[His cane made a steady beat against the polished floor as he moved, his body stiff and a little awkward from the support brace bound about his fractured ribs, his hand gripping the handle hard as he carried himself towards the entrance. He clicked on the video feed now, looking perhaps a bit out of place since he wasn't wearing his usual jabot, but a plain turtleneck sweater instead.]
Strange. That almost seemed...But no matter. Recommendations: Tailors, and…A hotel, if possible. I suppose I could utilize the map on this phone if needed, but it would be more convenient to be told what this City offers.
[First things first, he would need to find available transport. Then, he could look for ways in which he could obtain proper clothes, as well as temporary residency. A hotel for a night, in all likelihood.
He was now standing outside on the street in front of the hospital, looking unconcerned.]
(OOC: If you want to bump into him on the street by all means.~ Action tags are welcome.)
