[b]Jude Styles [Day 0, Paul Vanishes][/b]

"This is so friggin' stupid..." Jude said to himself as he walked down the hall. Could the rumors be true? If that raving lunatic of a scientist was finally gone then everything would erupt into chaos, right? He had heard of it from a janitor, but he needed confirmation by someone at least a little higher up before starting a plan of some sort. He might not be able to get to Mila, an assistant (lap dog) of the bad doctor's and actually kind of nice sometimes, even if she doesn't show it. Would she tell Jude about Pauls disappearance? He never really told her of his hatred of Pauls, so... maybe? No, it was unlikely...
"I need my meds." He once again mumbled to himself as he approached a lift. As he fumbled around with his pockets to find his ID, he noticed some people quietly discussing something, most likely how to take over this damned hell. They wouldn't know what to do with it. Not many people would, but he had to find a nice person to take over this place after he usurps power. All he was going to use it for was a suicide method, so he needed to pick out a good leader. Again, Mila came up, but she'd have to prove she was going to take this place in a 'betterment of society' angle before he put stock into letting her have the place. Unfortunately she was the only person he really knew who'd be up for taking the Bad Doctor's mantle.
The door to the lift opened and once again Jude's gloom leaked out into the air surrounding him. He was on floor seven, this was where some of the medical care stuff was, and where Jude got his depression medication. It didn't help as much, being almost all robot and all, which is why he didn't take it as often as he probably should. Still though, it dropped some of his anxiety, and he'd need all the charisma he could get. Other than his blades, the empathy he could elicit from others was his main weapon.
He got to the pharmaceuticals counter nearest to him. He always used this one. Jim was here, and he was really easily manipulated. If Jim confirmed this than Jude definitely needed to create a plan.
"Uh, hey, Jim." Jude said, rubbing the back of his robotic head and intentionally fluctuating his voice. "I'm uh, h-hear for my meds." 
"Sure man." Jim said with a grimace, sliding the pill bottle over to Jude before typing in some stuff. Those jerkoffs were keeping track of when he got more meds to make sure he wasn't A. taking to little, or B. taking to many. This didn't stop him from not taking his meds enough, he just got rid of the pills at the scheduled times, but that was neither here nor there. "Thanks Jim. It helps a lot, I guess." Jude said, placing the pill bottle in his pants pocket and pointed his sorrow filled face at Jim. "Hey, uh, I r-really hate to, um, ask you, but, there was this rumor going around about Dr. Pauls..." He said, intentionally facing away to accentuate the fact he was avoiding the question. It was more believable that way. "Look, don't tell this to anyone else, alright?" Jim whispered, pulling Jude closer. "But Doctor Pauls is totally gone! He just up and disappeared in one of the lower labs. News spread fast, I think Mila is gonna try and hold up base until either the doctor or his other assistant returns. Again, didn't here it from me though." 
"O-oh my gosh! I hope he's okay." Jude whisper-shouted, his surprised tone unfitting of his inner thoughts. He was slightly angry at Mila, but more importantly he now knew he had to work out a plan. He turned away from Jim with a murmured "Bye Jim, see you later." and started stalking back to his room.
"I will have my revenge Dr. Pauls." Jude whispered to himself "I'm going to make your company someone else's, and I will erase you from history. Then I may finally rest."