Poor Unfortunate Souls | Will &Sam
After the interrogation with Waters, Will had his staff well prepared for the events that were about to transpire. Each had a syringe full of a potent sedative that would knock out a horse. All their difficult patients were back in their respective rooms until Waters decided to come by which could be at anytime or a few weeks. Now way would there be any bullshit from them while they were suspecting a guest. They needed to be ready at a moments notice.
Will sat in the common room, his eyes gazed over the few calm patients he had as they sat by themselves either humming quietly or drawing scribbles on a chalkboard. A leg was crossed over the other and a cup of tea sat on a table next to him and beside it was a full ashtray. The demon sighed as he looked around the room with a kind of boredom that usually found it's way into his system when he wasn't dealing with these chaotic humans.
Will thrived off the chaos that played through his clinic. He missed the screaming of patients or the puddles of blood he's find scattered around. Now... Now it was all gone. Staff members were on their hands and knees scrubbing away the darkened stains and others had to keep their dick in their pants when they were so accustomed to fucking whichever patient they wanted that day.
Pulling a cigarette from the pack that sat in his coat, Will lit the end and sucked in heavily and watched the stream of smoke flow swiftly before dissipating into the air. Sadly, the smell of cigarettes wasn't something they could mask so easily, but every facility had it's flaws and Will assumed that that was his. Most patients didn't like the smell, but maybe that's why he smoked as often as he did. It was another to just fuck with them.
Pulling himself to his feet, the demon nodded to a pair of staff before exiting, signaling for them to watch the few rejects that were babbling to themselves as he left with his tea in hand. Looking for something to do, he wandered to the front entrance where Colleen sat behind a desk with countless manila folders behind her stacked on shelves. Tossing the stick tot he ground and snuffing it out with his foot, his eyes moved to the woman. "Could you pull out Alice's file? I'd like to make sure everything is set." She cackled behind the desk and handed over the file with a devilish grin. "Thanks."