Better than the Dentist [C RANK MISSION]

MISSION INFO:

Looking up at the old hospital, Honey Bunches took a deep breath in, then entered the door, breathing out once he saw the entryway.

For some reason, the imperfect appearance calmed him, and he felt all of his anxiety leave him as he continued down the halls. Looking around, it seemed empty. Fiddling around with some signs as he passed them, he noticed a table of clip boards, as well as a marker to come with each.

Each one had a different set of letters and numbers, and peeking through them he decided to grab the D-23 through D-37. Picking up the list, he followed numbers down hallways, becoming hopelessly lost as soon as he gets to G. Looking backwards, then forwards, he starts questioning again why this place seemed so empty. Finally, he found his way to his real objective: a door marked ‘storage’. Stepping inside, the first thing to hit his nose was the reek of dust, and this caused him to cough and hold his hand over his face, glaring into the dim lights. Looking at the lid of the crate, he saw clearly printed, G-21.

Kicking it, a few bandages rolled out from behind the shelf, and he crouched down, pocketing them as any reasonable person would. Moving back through the maze of corridors, he realized that there was a map he hadn’t noticed on the bottom of the clipboard, clipped on with its own paperclip.

Looking at it closely, he follows the directions though a maze of hallways, and down an especially long one he decides to test his speed.

The wall felt painful as he crashed into it. He had made it to section D, but at what cost. From down the hall, he heard a cackling, and decided to ignore it.

Moving into the storage room was much like last time, except the supplies seemed fresher as did the air. Opening this crate was simple, and looking through it looks like there were rows and rows of neatly packed bandages and splint kits, with the rare exception of packets of what looked like some kind of anaesthetic. Marking down the items on the list, he found his mind wandering to how much medical supplies they had in this building. Closing the crate, he moved on through the numbers with little to no issues, until he found one missing a wheel, stuffed in the back of the room.

Cracking it open was no easy task, and the smell that washed over his face when he finally broke the lid made him wrinkle his face, closing the lid to the mouldy bandages.

It looked as though he could finally catch a break however, as that was his final crate.

As he wheeled it to the main corridor and put it on an easy to locate platform, he looked once again in the hospital, the reception desk empty. Grabbing the crate himself, he decided to walk out the front door, wheeling it around the back, taking it to any area that seemed a dumping ground. Forgetting to grab his reward slip, he spent the night restless, thinking that it would no longer be valid.
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The next day he decided he would accomplish much more. Going straight to the correct desk through a staff entrance, he picked through the clipboards, but he could not find ones that listed any G, they stopped just short of F.

Scribbling out any extra letters on the page, he marked categories G1- ???, and continued to search.

As he had entered from elsewhere, he couldn’t quite find G, getting lost between F and the cafeteria. Once he smelled that reeking back room however, he moved in fast and wasted no time beginning to roll the crates out of the room. As he started filling the hall way, he looked at the four boxes around him. Starting on one, he marked the numbering and checked the inside, and it seemed to be fine on top. Looking at the packed bandages, moving them caused a bird to fly out into his face, sending his face flying back with his eyes wide open. Watching the bird fly to the ceiling, and start chirping as it couldn’t find an exit, he sighed. Looking at his watch, he checked through the other crates, his nose getting stuffy from checking all the mold.

As soon as he started pushing the boxes in a line, using their wheels to his advantage, he heard the strange cackle again, and he returned the noise with a mighty sneeze. This caused the noise to go silent, and Honey Bunches quickly got back to his work. Touching the panel of the box he was pushing was starting to hurt his hand, but as he cleared the entrance with the boxes he felt relief. The fresh air outside felt good, and he took a deep breath. Pushing each box, as each got moved to the correct location he internally reminded himself to take his reward slip this time, without forgetting. Again and again he reminded himself, and soon he found himself back inside. Scanning around, he decided to dig around the empty front desk, and what he found did not disappoint him.

Under the desk, he had found what looked to be a few ryos’ worths of change, and it seemed to be coated in some liquid. Looking around, he suddenly remembered that he had let a bird loose somewhere in the building. Thinking hard on it, he decided that the bird would likely find its way out the same way it got in. Affirming this to himself, he selectively ignored the smell of more birds further down the hall, about twenty meters give or take from his location. Sighing deeply he continued his work further into the hospital, forgetting about the bird and focusing now on what he was going to do with the remaining crates. Heading back to the dirty storage room, he looked around, moving three more crates out into the hallway.

Hidden under an old, but still somewhat unstained smock, he found a small box full of what looked to be full of small syringes and rolls of bandages. Putting the items in his bag quickly, he tossed the box into one of the moldy boxes, and then continued along his path. This work quickly became very monotonous to him, and he started groaning with each passing hour. Every moment back and forth was drudgery, but he knew deep down that if he had a job, he had to finish it. There was no flashing back to a better place, no spacing out: he was in it. This wasn’t his usual business, so any plans of idle thought were better left inside his head.

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Getting lost in the monotony once more, he felt himself moving each box slowly, the sound of the wheels echoing down the hallway, the crates. He hung his head, throwing himself on the ground once he was outside, scooting into fresh air away from all the moldy bandages.

He sighed, and covered his eyes, looking off towards the sunset. Control over himself felt so far away, but in any case his heart was set on taking the proper steps to move up in this world. Never before has there been so much at stake in his life, yet as he digs through cotton and marks down all the correct items, he begins to feel as if he is just drifting through the tiles and grass, a spector doing its great dance alone in halls that were fortunate enough to not be full of people. Glancing up and down, he noted that a lot of the boxes had already been well sorted and maintained. It seems like there was a healthy stock of medical supplies. At this point the man felt some sense of satisfaction.

“What are you, deaf?” an elderly woman shouted at him and shook her fist. “You haven’t heard me?”

Totally ignoring her, he walks past and tries to resume his brainless tasking, but reaching a hand up and grabbing him by his jacket, he stopped and looked back at her.

“Where’s ma puddin!”

Honey Bunches stared at this woman, and sighs. “I’m not an aide. I have very specific instructions to avoid…” He stares intently at the clipboard. “To avoid lollygagging, and doing activities that have nothing to do with the mission.” He holds it up for her to view.

“See? I don’t have time for what Aunt Sally has to say, no offense miss. I didn’t know if your name was Sally.”

The old woman peered at him, and smirked. “You found me out. POOF!”

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There was no puff of smoke, and the old woman didn’t move whatsoever. At this point, nothing happened of note with the old woman save for the fact that she wandered off aimlessly, her bare ass showing in her patient gown.

Watching her go, Honey Bunches shook his head and began to work his way back towards the center of the building and from there the main reception system. Just as he started getting lost, he looked at his clipboard, and froze.

The map was gone.

Suddenly the walls started spinning, the bandages laughing at his suffering. As a group of birds started pecking him, he screamed and ran from the building, the birds following him outside and continuing their onslaught.

“This ISN’T,” Honey Bunches rips his jacket off his body, “PART OF THE MISSION!” he leaps into the air, catching both birds with his jacket before picking them up, letting them fly out of his hand unharmed. Catching himself goofing off, he pops his back and heads back inside, ready for the final stretch of his mission.

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Feeling exhaustion overtake him, he gave himself a moment free from pushing crates, the dark hallways creating shadows where the sun used to pour through. Creeping quietly thorough the halls, he noticed a new storage closet, this one much smaller with shelving. Peering at each row of the shelf, it seemed as if there were numerous closed ones, with multiple containing simple locks. Some lockers were locked but many many others were unlocked. With no key Honey Bunches left it alone.

Peering back towards another entrance, he forgot to care about his lack of a map.

Moving deeper into the hospital he sees a few workers here and there, but they pay him no notice. They seem used to strangers walking through the hospital in their street clothes, and for this he was thankful. He started to trace once again back around, getting lost running in circles. After a left turn, he returned to the center and grabbed another map, this time making sure it was held on tight.

Following the map, he went to what was marked on the clipboard. He felt within him as if he would want to do this again yesterday, but now that he was nearly finished, he decided he would likely see what else the world had to offer. He had to go home soon anyway, before he was consumed by what lurked in the back of his head.

He groaned, marking items painstakingly off the list, shaking the clipboard from boredom and beating his head with it. “I HATE LISTS!” He throws the clip board at the wall, and starts growling and getting grumpier by the second. “FUCK THIS AND FUCK THESE LISTS.” He thinks about destroying them, but quickly calms down at the thought of losing control. Looking again to the window, the moonlight started making him feel a bit excited, and he was now more than ever ready to go outside.

Taking his collection of clipboards and markers, he throws them down on a table. “HOUSEKEEPING.” He states to no one in particular, but there is payment on the table. Grabbing it, he body flickers directly out of the yard and vicinity of the hospital.

“Good riddance.” Suddenly reminded that he might have helped someone, he smiles. “Good fucking riddance.”


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[COMPLETED, CLOSED]

Stats

Vigor: 50 + 5 [55] {500}
Strength: 47 + 10 [57] {1000}
Speed: 70 + 5 [75] {500}


Technique Training
Earth Shaker B Rank (1500) [1500]

500 leftover

Used towards Earth Shaker A-rank [2000/2500]

CLAIM
2000 ryo, 2 meters of bandages, 1 syringe, 5 AP
claiming 1 week backpay (genin)

Approved