Post by Quentin Smith on Apr 6, 2021 16:54:40 GMT -6
Was sneaking around the Hawkins lab what Quentin wanted to be doing with his free time between trials? No, not exactly. But when Nancy announced to the survivors lingering around the campfire that she was going to explore the labs and needed someone there with her for backup, he knew he had to volunteer. Nancy was tough as nails and he didn’t doubt that she could hold her own if push came to shove, but he always felt much better when he tagged along with anyone going off on an excursion just so he could be sure they were safe.
Their excursion so far had been more or less uneventful. The Demogorgon, some beastly killer Quentin preferred not to face, was certainly present in the realm if past experience with other killer’s realms held true, but the pair had managed to avoid her thus far. Running into killers in their realms was never a good idea, not unless there was some predetermined agreement that they’d coexist. It was typically worth the risk if he managed to stay out of sight and get out quietly, but there was always a chance that the whole adventure would end less than ideally.
The present moment had Quentin standing guard outside of a room on the upper floor strewn with files and loose papers that Nancy was rummaging through. What exactly she was looking for he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to bother her. The shaking cage across the hall from them was keeping him preoccupied, both with the question of what the hell it was that he had had since he saw it the first time he had a trial in the labs alongside the new question of what would happen if it got out. Nancy had a chance of knowing what it was, but Quentin figured he could just ask her should they head to that room next.
Watching that cage shake only managed to keep his attention so long though, and he was admittedly getting a little antsy. Standing vigil was one thing, but staring at a cage with an unknown creature inching closer to the edge of the table and waiting for a murderous beast to catch and probably eviscerate them was a bit harder to do. Quentin wasn’t about to leave his post though, so he figured a little small talk couldn’t hurt. If Nancy really wanted to be left alone, she could tell him.
“So,” Quentin cleared his throat, his voice a little scratchy after not talking for a bit, “What are you lookin’ for? Or like, at?”
Their excursion so far had been more or less uneventful. The Demogorgon, some beastly killer Quentin preferred not to face, was certainly present in the realm if past experience with other killer’s realms held true, but the pair had managed to avoid her thus far. Running into killers in their realms was never a good idea, not unless there was some predetermined agreement that they’d coexist. It was typically worth the risk if he managed to stay out of sight and get out quietly, but there was always a chance that the whole adventure would end less than ideally.
The present moment had Quentin standing guard outside of a room on the upper floor strewn with files and loose papers that Nancy was rummaging through. What exactly she was looking for he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to bother her. The shaking cage across the hall from them was keeping him preoccupied, both with the question of what the hell it was that he had had since he saw it the first time he had a trial in the labs alongside the new question of what would happen if it got out. Nancy had a chance of knowing what it was, but Quentin figured he could just ask her should they head to that room next.
Watching that cage shake only managed to keep his attention so long though, and he was admittedly getting a little antsy. Standing vigil was one thing, but staring at a cage with an unknown creature inching closer to the edge of the table and waiting for a murderous beast to catch and probably eviscerate them was a bit harder to do. Quentin wasn’t about to leave his post though, so he figured a little small talk couldn’t hurt. If Nancy really wanted to be left alone, she could tell him.
“So,” Quentin cleared his throat, his voice a little scratchy after not talking for a bit, “What are you lookin’ for? Or like, at?”