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NIGHT 54: M21-30 HALLWAY

Feb 10, 2011 04:19

[ from here ]It took her a moment when she turned down the men's hallway to skim the area with her flashlight. This was the part where she got confused, the muscle memory not really carrying her the whole way. He'd given her directions once, but that felt like a lifetime ago now that she actually needed to put them into practice without Bella ( Read more... )

shinji, s.t., sylar, japan, claire bennet, peter petrelli, ruby, spock, l, sam winchester, prussia

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M24 thatdemonbitch February 10 2011, 12:46:15 UTC

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Her footsteps echoed a little louder in the confines of this narrower hall than they had on her way there. The grip she held on the knife in her right hand tightened a little and she kept close to the right wall, letting people filter by her as necessary while she moved backwards, deeper down the hallway. Blondie was still hanging out -- Ruby brushed past her wordlessly, passing her on her way to room 24.

27 … 26 … She continued pacing down the hallway, light trained on the numbers and eventually stopping in front of the appropriate door. At first, she reached out to knock once on the metal, but then she decided it wasn't worth it. They didn't do knocking anymore. His roomie could deal, if he was jerkin' it, he deserved the quick burst of humiliation anyway.

So, she reached out and turned the knob, leaning in the doorway as she swung the door open.

"Hope I'm not interrupting your book club or anything, but if I remember right, we got a date."

[ sammy - timeskip to after peter's out and about? ]

allroadslead February 11 2011, 03:20:32 UTC

It was good Peter left pretty quick. Not that explaining Ruby would've been hard or anything-Peter wasn't the prying type and Ruby was only another patient-but there was a part of Sam that kind of wanted to just keep the...what. More complicated? Something like that. The more complicated aspects of his life out of Peter's way, even the ones Peter wouldn't have recognized as such ( ... )

thatdemonbitch February 11 2011, 08:58:24 UTC

"Excuse me if I didn't wanna risk catching your roomie with his pants down." Despite the witty repartee, she headed further into the room looking around and scoping it out. It, like the rest of the halls, had all the same bits and bobs that hers did. Not all that surprising, considering it was the point, but she wanted to check it out anyway. Good measure and all, you know? She shut the door behind her, looking immediately at home as she seated herself on the edge of what she assumed to be Sam's desk -- after all, wouldn't make much sense for him to be laying out all that firepower on his roommate's side. He wasn't Ruby.

When he offered her the knife, she looked down at the butcher's knife in her hand. Yeah, real hard decision. She set it aside on the desk and reached out to take the familiar handle of her own knife. A little piece of home. Not that demons had a real particular sense of nostalgia, but considering the tricks she'd had to pull off to get her hands on this baby, she wasn't taking for granted the fact that she ( ... )

allroadslead February 12 2011, 05:55:31 UTC

Sam picked up the kitchen knife she set down. He wasn't surprised she'd armed herself as soon as possible. He slid it back in the drawer. He had his own butterfly knife and the gun, which would be good enough for what they needed. A butcher knife wasn't exactly a fighting knife. Still, it'd be good to have it on hand just in case. If there was one thing he'd grown up knowing, it was to never turn down a weapon ( ... )

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human_sponge February 10 2011, 17:34:32 UTC

The talk with Sam had certainly helped Peter to get his thoughts straight, even if all they had done was establish that there was a lot they didn't understand about what had just happened. There was some interesting information that they'd set out, though. Landel had likely gotten his power and control from that outside force -- this general, or whoever ranked above him -- leaving him powerless when it was decided that he wasn't running this place right. Even more interesting than that, though, was the fact that this place they were in could very well be an alternate version of Earth.

Then again, this alternate version had to be someone's home. Who was to say that this wasn't his Earth even still? Maybe Brooklyn or Sam had been the ones who had come from different versions, where things like gargoyles and demons existed. Not that Peter was discounting the possibility that those things were real in his Earth too, but ( ... )

M30 toxicspiderman February 11 2011, 03:56:28 UTC

A swarm of threats buzzed out of the intercom. Blah blah retribution, blah blah karma. Why the fuck were they even bothering? It wasn't karma when it was enforced by guns. Karma worked -- how the hell did it work? The inside of his eyelids flared white as S.T. squeezed his eyes shut, overloading his optic nerve by tiny changes in pressure. Like--like a thing. The thing for books, the thing they didn't have one of here because there were only a few shelves and the Head Bastard only let goody two-shoeses take out a book or two at a time ( ... )

M27 dual_worlds February 11 2011, 08:58:27 UTC

The intercom announcement confirmed Spock's initial suspicions. The riot this morning brought Landel under scrutiny from his superiors, and now the remaining prisoners would suffer the consequences. Spock did not know precisely what kind of changes the new administration would seek to implement, but he didn't doubt that it would put them at a disadvantage. Project 2911, whatever it may have been, was only going to be the beginning ( ... )

M27 7_to_midnight February 14 2011, 03:29:54 UTC

There was no chance in hell of Sylar staying in tonight. After everything that had happened today and the fact that he'd spent all of last night - and the day before - passed out in his room, he was already wrenching open his closet door and grabbing up his equipment as soon as Spock stepped out of the room. Right now, it seemed like his set of screwdrivers and carving knife might be the "safest" choices for whatever came up - along with his flashlight, of course.

Once he'd laced up his boots and pulled on his heavy coat, he wasted no time in getting himself to the door, knife in one hand and his light in the other. Always careful not to run into Peter when the moron had a shovel in hand, he pressed down on the handle with the heel of his hand and then nudged the door open with his shoulder, peering into the hallway beyond.

So far, so good. Only one figure was walking through the hallway, and they seemed to be heading into it, not out. Not Peter, then ( ... )

M27 7_to_midnight February 14 2011, 03:32:01 UTC

Pinpricks of fire and ice danced across his skin, and he brought up his hand to stare impassively at the scar through its palm. The instability was coming back in full force, under his control, but just barely - like some bucking stallion he'd just managed to stable. The sense of wrongness and violation still permeated the sensation, but did he care? Could he afford to ( ... )

M27 7_to_midnight February 14 2011, 03:33:47 UTC

He rolled over and let his forehead rest against the cold floor, his body trembling in echoes of the pain. He could lie here forever.

In this room. Forever.

His eyes shot open and he inhaled deeply as he pressed his hands against the floor and pushed himself to his knees. He could already see that the scar on his hand had disappeared, but - fast, he needed to be fast. Claire might've already left, or worse, caught up with Peter, in which case this had all been for nothing.

He dragged himself to his feet using the mattress as his hand-hold, then tried not to fall over. He found himself disoriented by how he hadn't actually regained his full height, but that was the least of his worries; he looked down at himself - clothing a little baggier, but that's how it looked on everyone, and he yanked his coat off his shoulders as he realized that it'd easily give him away. Knife too, if Claire had talked to Elle - and she might've ( ... )

From M30 hat_einen_vogel February 12 2011, 08:54:48 UTC

Project 2911? What the hell was that supposed to be?

Prussia thought the name had a real ominous sound to it-and the stuff about not disappointing some general again (General Aguilar, the new voice doing the announcements had said?) didn't help that much. He would have had little problem with this place coming under military supervision if it weren't for... well, just about everything that had happened since the soldiers arrived. There were too many bad reminders of what might happen next.

He waited until Taylor had left to move from his desk, going straight for the closet. He opened it slowly, as if he were afraid of finding out that the sword he'd gotten off of Raph really hadn't been there. But it was, and he grabbed it out without a second thought. He had a long night ahead of him, and things that he needed to do.

The first thing he had to do was find.....

Gilbert frowned. He'd wanted to talk to someone all day, right? With some effort he could picture the guy-tall, blond, and imposing.... Ah, right; Ludwig, that was ( ... )