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NIGHT 54: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

Feb 09, 2011 14:32

[From here.]It was probably a good time to declare everyone legally dead, because this was the fourth hallway in a row. This was what being proactive felt like. Yes. He was going to roll with that. Proactive and paranoid as hell, that was him ( Read more... )

s.t., carter, gren, sora, indiana jones, doctor facilier, woody, dexter, claire bennet, snow, buzz, ruby, mello, xemnas, the flash, sakura, byrne, kairi, venom, peter petrelli, ritsuka, yuffie, two-face, damon, canada, matt, trickster, alaric, sasuke, edward cullen, claire stanfield, battler, zack, spock

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swornandbroken February 9 2011, 22:20:31 UTC

[from here]

Whatever the new regime had planned for the Institute, Mello didn't intend to be around for it. He may have been forced to concede the bugs had a point earlier, but that was all the more reason to move out as fast and far as they could. Then the goons could flip switches and turns this place into a nightmare to their hearts' content. He thought briefly of L, with a pang of something like worry. No, it would take too long to find him, and he could take care of himself. They could come back for him, if they had to.

Mello passed one other prisoner, Emmett's friend from home, whom he'd met on that first night. It felt so long ago. Too fucking long. It'll be longer, came the unwelcome commentary. This time, Mello scowled, and ignored it.

Matt wasn't in their usual meeting place yet, so Mello paced. Come on, come on.

gamingsostfu February 9 2011, 22:31:41 UTC

[from here, skipping north hall 1-a]

Matt found it moderately disturbing, how few people there were out and about the halls; maybe he'd just gotten a head start? A really early head start? he thought, checking over his shoulder as he approached Mello, grinning when he saw the blond in the leather he remembered him wearing last he saw - before all the mess at Landel's funhouse began, that is.

"Hey," he greeted his friend. "Weird, isn't it? There's almost no one out here. It's like a ghost town."

Or a ghost hospital... All it needs is to start snowing ash and force some creepy nurse monsters out of the shadows.

swornandbroken February 10 2011, 02:12:55 UTC

"Let's hope it stays that way. We're getting the hell out of here. There anything you need to go back and grab?"

They'd have to check in with Javert, and Mello was perfectly willing for him to come along. He'd already proved he could handle himself in the face of whatever the Institute threw at them, and he was a useful ally. Mello didn't want to think about there not being a way home out there, but knew he had to be prepared for that possibility. If there weren't, he knew Javert would continue to be an asset.

There you go, expecting things to work out just because you want them to. Imagining yourself the liberator of the prisoners, Mihael? When you haven't even freed yourself yet? He looked down the hall, past Matt, frowning again. They would get out. They had to.

gamingsostfu February 10 2011, 04:09:27 UTC

He was about to reply when something happened - something weird. Paling as blurred images rushed through his mind in a flurry, Matt coughed, stepping back away from Mello and shaking his head, as if that would rid him of the weird flashes and the feelings it brought up. For a moment or two, he felt completely out of control-

And then they disappeared, just as suddenly as they'd started. Nothing concrete stuck behind, other than the profound sense that something was off.

A deep breath, and he righted himself - though he stayed paler than usual for a moment longer. Thank God he had his goggles back; Matt turned his face to Mello but kept his eyes down, knowing they couldn't be seen past the lenses in the dark. "I, uh. After we meet with Javert, I want to hit the pharmacy before we go anywhere else."

damned_monsters February 11 2011, 08:12:04 UTC

They stirred on the ceiling as the hallway came to life below, three of them all wrapped up in leathery membranes, just barely containing the rotting spillage from their torsos. They could smell what they wanted, pumping through the veins of every warm, pulsing living being that passed. If they had lips, they would all surely have been licking them now. It was time for the hunt to begin.

Two had stopped a short ways away. Easy pickings for the bats. First there was a low chittering amongst them, then high-pitched, nearly inaudible shrieks as they dive-bombed the pair. One aimed the jugular on the dark-haired man, while another banked around to come at him from behind. The third went for the blond instead, diving straight for the face.

[Eryn]

swornandbroken February 12 2011, 01:01:14 UTC

Mello didn't need to see Matt's eyes to know something was wrong. That shake of his head, as if he could hear something Mello couldn't, was way too close to the reaction Mello still fought to hide when the bugs started in on him. Delayed effects after all? But if they were, why didn't Matt remember anything? If there was one thing Mello was sure of about the torture sessions, it was that those sadists got as much of a kick out of the process as the aftereffects. Maybe more.

"Are you--"

He didn't get to finish his question. Barely had time to think What the fuck now? before he instinctively swung the flashlight for the… thing coming at his face.

gamingsostfu February 12 2011, 04:00:25 UTC

Shit- Why couldn't they find some better weapons than their flashlights? He jerked back abruptly, bowing up immediately and swatting at the one coming for his neck - but he didn't realize there was another right behind him.

"Mello!" he cried out when he slipped, falling right on his ass. "Shit, not again-!"

damned_monsters February 12 2011, 07:35:32 UTC

The bat headed for the blond shrieked again, in pain this time as the beam of the flashlight crossed its eyes. The object itself did not hit the creature, but it did force the thing to bank away, back up toward the ceiling - for the moment, at least ( ... )

swornandbroken February 12 2011, 20:51:23 UTC

Mello felt that the swing didn't connect, but the bat backed off anyway, with a horrible, wounded shriek-- Oh, the light.

"Matt! Use the torch!" He pointed the beam of his directly at the one that had latched onto Matt's back, and grabbed for it with his other hand, trying to keep his dinner down at the awful reek of the thing, at the very thought of touching it; he had to stay undistracted, had to get it off Matt before it hurt him any worse than it had already done.

for_a_song February 13 2011, 04:10:47 UTC

[From here]

While Gren had been anticipating running into trouble at some point in the evening, he hadn't expected to run into it immediately upon exiting the patient room block. As he opened the door and stepped into the hall, he was greeted by shouting and the erratic play of a flashlight over something he was too far away from to make out clearly. He had recognized one of those voices, though, and as he moved closer, recognized one of the figures, if not the clothes he was wearing. He swung his flashlight in the direction of the commotion--maybe not the best move, stealth-wise, but he had other concerns at the moment.

"Mason? Hey, you guys need help?"

He didn't actually wait for a reply, instead continuing towards them, shovel ready to hit the first thing that wasn't obviously a patient he saw.

gamingsostfu February 13 2011, 04:40:54 UTC

Matt kicked and flailed and squirmed across the floor, crying out in anguish when he felt the unfortunately familiar sting of teeth sinking into his skin; flinging himself backward, his back popped loudly as it connected with the hard tile, but it was worth it if it got that fucking bat off.

Throwing his head back when he heard a faint voice calling a name he barely recognized right that moment, the brunet somehow managed to spot Gren coming toward them through the darkness, shovel raised and ready.

His eyes widened, and with a grunt, he rolled himself over, groaning when the assault on his already hurt back continued. "Just- Just get it off me!" he screeched, panic overwhelming him.

Or maybe he was tired of being eaten every time he left his room. Shit got old after a while.

damned_monsters February 13 2011, 07:10:27 UTC

The bat on the brunet's back got it the worst. When its victim flung himself backward, the impact crushed most of the creature's already brittle and rotting parts. Bone cracked like twigs underneath the weight, and putrid intestines stained the back of the vest. Unfortunately for the prey, the bat's last instinct had been to bite down harder, leaving its fangs firmly clamped into flesh even in death ( ... )

swornandbroken February 13 2011, 21:01:09 UTC

Mello was too distracted for any more than a quick glance towards the man approaching them--a stranger, dark hair, using Matt's alias, and armed, thank god--he just barked out, "One up above, they don't like light." He'd have to trust the guy to take that one, or at least keep it away. Someone walking around with a shovel was probably a veteran of enough fights here to manage that.

The sickening crunch when Matt threw himself backwards meant that one was out of commission, or so Mello fervently hoped; you never fucking knew around here. It was still latched on, but he had to deal with the more immediate threat, and he swung the flashlight hard for the bat trying to make a snack of Matt's arm, beam pointed towards it. If it broke, so what.

for_a_song February 13 2011, 22:02:32 UTC

Apparently, the disgusting monstrosity of the night was some sort of... bat. Three of them. And from the very brief glance he gave the things, they looked to be suffering from the same sort of rot that the cat he'd help kill on his first night had.

Great. Zombie animals. He really loved this place's sense of the macabre. His first instinct was to help out Mason, who was clearly not okay with being turned into bat-food, but the shovel was hardly a good instrument for hitting things attached to something you didn't want to cause bodily harm too, and it looked as if his blond companion was already on the job. Instead, he turned his attention to the one flying overhead as it was pointed out to him. It seemed to be smart, staying up high and out of easy range of his shovel. But he was tall, and in any case, there wasn't much harm in taking a swing at it, was there ( ... )

gamingsostfu February 14 2011, 03:12:37 UTC

"Fu-" Matt couldn't get the word out; he just let out a particularly loud and completely unconscious shriek of pain when he felt the bat give one last what-for between his shoulderblades, flinging his arms out. He didn't notice the other one crawling up his arm; all the brunet was able to focus on was the searing pain in his back, and he tried hard to lurch back up to his feet.

"Mello! Mello, come on, man, kill it already!" He was on the verge of a temporary collapse, just from the pain. If they weren't already headed to the pharmacy, they sure as hell were now. Something told him the Vicodin back in his room might not do the trick this time.

unmocked_lawr February 14 2011, 03:51:19 UTC

[from here]

He'd been hoping for more clues here. No such luck. Javert narrowed his eyes, scanning the bustling hallway with a practiced eye. There were more patients here, many carrying cylinders similar to the one he'd found in his pocket. He withdrew the object again and examined it closely. Sliding a small block attached to the side lit the glass end.

Once again, he was struck with the feeling that he had done this before, than he had passed through these hallways many times, but aside from the faint sense of déjà vu, he could recall nothing. Javert's unease only grew, but he stifled the unfamiliar emotion as a commotion near the end of the hall caught his eye.

Creatures. Large bats, stinking of putrefaction, attacking three young men. There was no time to stare in disbelief: now he knew why he had kept a sword in his room. He pulled it from the belt at his side and broke into a run, keeping his light trained on the bat circling about the ceiling.

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