Peter smiles, rubbing the back of his neck, his elbow hitting the wall behind him.
It's a small, cozy little hiding spot, that's for sure.
"I'm sure it's fine. I guess I was just thinking ... I dunno, someone from the - the maintenance crew or something would occasionally wanna ... check things out. Something. It'll be a surprise to them to find someone in here."
Or maybe not, who knows.
Laura Kinney
The Facility created me to be a weapon. Killing was all I knew. I didn't know how to say "no." But if I ever did say no, they had a way to make me kill. A chemical trigger.
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Date: 2015-02-08 01:37 am (UTC)Peter smiles, rubbing the back of his neck, his elbow hitting the wall behind him.
It's a small, cozy little hiding spot, that's for sure.
"I'm sure it's fine. I guess I was just thinking ... I dunno, someone from the - the maintenance crew or something would occasionally wanna ... check things out. Something. It'll be a surprise to them to find someone in here."
Or maybe not, who knows.