Night 54: M-B Block Hallway
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He peeked around the corner as subtly as he could before coming completely into the hallway, scanning the dark for any signs of things that could possibly launch out and snatch him up.
Nothing, as far as he could tell.
So he kept moving, trying to stay quick, and heading straight across the hall from the patient rooms, to the bathroom; ( Read more... )
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Matt was less cautious, this time around; instead, he just waltzed right out of the bathroom and headed for the main hallway, where he knew he would connect with the one he needed to be in. Maybe now that it was nighttime, they could speak more freely than before, just before dinner; as far as he was concerned, at least a little celebration was in order, after seeing Landel dethroned like that.
The memory of that sight brought another smile to his face, and this one remained as he walked leisurely down the hallway, taking another slow drag from his cigarette.
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Edward officially had a new found respect for Venom considering how many times he had made the journey to the vampire's room. It was ridiculous, and he casually hoped he never had to do it again.
Of course, just thinking so selfishly made him feel cold. If it meant what he suspected...
Now his paranoia was a solid, cold weight in his stomach. It was finally turning into dread. The only thing that had changed with this hallway was that he could now smell a scent that was distinctly that of humans, thankfully... and cigarettes. Cigarettes.
Who was he to judge?
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Snow rushed out of the room, heart ablaze with the passionate fires of rebellion (see also: too worked up to pay attention to how pitch black it was). There was a reason he and his friends had founded NORA. It wasn't so they could play around with guns or fight monsters just because they could. It was because he knew, they knew, they couldn't rely on the government for everything. The Sanctum controlled too much. People needed to be able to do things for themselves. You didn't need a rankplate on your shoulder just so you could protect someone. And you didn't need some Sanctum officer barking out orders at you to do the right thing. No agendas. No ranks and categories.
But it was more than that now. Over the course of the last week, Snow had learned that military just couldn't be trusted. And apparently, that was true even off Cocoon. Dammit. People are supposed to trust you. Nothing being done here was for the good of anyone. So why? Why were they doing this? Aren't we all just people in the end? The same damn flesh ( ... )
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As pleased as Guy was to be back in more comfortable clothing, there was no strut to his step. He did walk down the hall with a certain amount of confidence, but that was because just the change of style had given him a good feeling about how the night would go. He knew it was irrational, but that didn't make the feeling leave.
He did end up pausing for a moment, wondering if he should wait for Claude in this hall. The meeting spot he'd set up with Anise and Tear was just through the door, however. Claude would easily find his way there. Besides, seeing how he'd wasted some time getting changed, it was possible that his friend had already gotten there himself.
Figuring that there was no harm in heading out and waiting there, Guy continued moving toward the next door.
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Flashlight beam sweeping over his path, Claude stepped into the next hallway. While the details from his bulletin board conversation were vague, he figured they'd be meeting near the recreational field again. Though he was on his way to do just that, Claude caught sight of someone up ahead, and immediately recognized his friend's familiar build. But instead of the usual grey uniform, he was decked out in what looked like an orange vest and a lighter-colored shirt. The change threw him off for a moment.
"Guy?" he called out. "Is that you?"
There was a chance he was wrong, of course. But even if that was the case, Claude could just excuse himself and hurry on his way into the next hall without any problems.
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If his hands weren't full, he probably would have put one on his hip. Instead, he just held his smile as he nodded. "Yeah, the closet in my room had this waiting for me tonight. I'd given up hope on it, to be honest."
Was it a parting gift from the nurses, maybe? Probably not, but the whole phenomenon was a bit odd. Still, he'd never heard of any bad effects being caused by wearing the clothes, so he was going to get as much use out of them as possible. They were far more comfortable than the scratchy shirt and sweatpants, that was for sure.
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