Night 53: Main Hallway 1-West
[from here]And again, quiet. Silence broken only by far off footsteps and the creak of a building settling. There was more in the darkness, Ayanami knew this, but currently nothing had stepped forward to show itself. This night was too similar to another, and her hand raised to her neck without meaning to. There was nothing like trauma in this, she
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There were even more people out here than usual, and some of them just waiting around with nothing better to do. The 'dream' code had been easy enough to break but there'd been much more complex, seemingly incoherent phrases flying around. Arts and Crafts. History Club. Early Christmas. How much of it was meaningless ramblings and how much had some secret deeper meaning?
Right. Focus on the mission in front of him, he like he always did. You put your emotions aside and just kept walking until you'd finished the job. After that you could have your little breakdown.
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As he'd predicted, there were definitely more patients moving through this hallway - in fact, he thought he spotted some he knew (Hello, Mele-san and Leela-san.) - but it was still early in the night; the hall wasn't even close to crowded.
He wove his way down, so focused on looking around the hall that he wasn't quite watching where he was going...and crashed into a man walking the other way. Oops. (Or had it been intentional? The world would never know.) "Whoa--" Swiftly, Niikura moved the beam of his flashlight so that it wouldn't be shining right in the guy's face (the man's height suggested that he'd run into Recluse again), and backed up a few steps, smiling sheepishly. "Sorry, my bad."
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"Watch where you're going," he snapped, turning the flashlight around and getting a better look at the idiot with the non-bashy end. Silvery hair, a flashy dye job for a prisoner. And smiling too much for Badd's comfort. The flashlight flicked over him, finding no apparent weaponry, but he could be pocking something. Badd lowered his flashlight. "Is this the way to the women's block?" he asked gruffly.
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"That way?" Niikura pointed briefly in the direction he'd come from with his flashlight. "Aye, ya make a right down that way, an' then there's a door..." Why did some old guy want to go to the women's--oh, gross. His mind suddenly went to supremely unpleasant places. (Never mind that he knew the way into the women's block; that had been completely on accident.) "Ah...are ya meetin' someone there?"
Positive thoughts, Niikura. Positive thoughts. Don't jump to conclusions. Maybe...maybe he was over-thinking things.
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Of course this guy might have had the same ideas. The fact that he was even giving directions to a potential pervert didn't say much for his moral fiber.
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It had just dawned on him too that he'd totally given this guy the directions to the women's block first and questioned his motives second. Duh. But that was Niikura for you: a good, model citizen who tried to think the best of everyone. And besides, if he had to, he'd tag along and make sure nothing happened. He might look like an average teenager with a dopey haircut, but that was all part of the ruse.
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Normally he'd have his hole-riddled trenchcoat swirl behind him like a cape as he turned, the hem nudging him in the back of the knees as he moved on to his next target. He felt bare without it. At least in prison they let you keep your own clothes, even if candy was a privilege and handmirrors were contraband. Here they took your clothes and tried to strip you of your very identity.
Badd was getting a new mirror, as soon as they broke out of this joint. He was paranoid enough without being able to see what Silver back there might be doing.
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Niikura swiftly caught up to the older man and fell into step, careful to not lag too far behind; he'd noticed that this one erred on the side of paranoia. "Ya know her room number?" There was no apology for randomly tagging along, no self-deprecating comment about casually inviting himself to the party. As usual, he was just doing as he wanted.
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...was Silver following him?
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