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Night 55: M31-40 Hallway

Apr 01, 2011 21:16

Ritsuka had feared this would happen. When he returned to his room for dinner, the other bed had been empty. It wasn't the sort of empty that happened when someone simply wasn't there yet, but the heavy absence of a space mourning its owner. Ritsuka had felt this void before, far too many times, and it never got any easier. His roommate, whom ( Read more... )

ritsuka, ippo, stefan, castiel, mello, dexter

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M35 rolling_go April 1 2011, 22:22:08 UTC

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Even still, so close to his final destination, Ippo's fervency took him too far past 35. He realized this about 33. His sneakers squealed to a halt as he tumbled back toward the correct door. The doorknob was his target, but his face got to the door first. And with that unceremonious thunk, the boxer peeled himself off the painted sheet of metal and decided how exactly he could introduce himself now and retain an ounce of dignity.

"Uh..." Ippo deciding knocking was his best bet. "R-Ritsuka?"

Re: M35 forgot_it_all April 2 2011, 02:10:07 UTC

He'd been sitting there, waiting for his-- Friend? Appointment? Something else? -- to appear when there was a squeak outside followed by a heavy thunk against his door. The frame shook slightly and Ritsuka jumped, staring at it. Had someone run into it or was that a monster outside? He knew they couldn't get through the doors for some reason, but that didn't make the sound of one right outside his door any more reassuring. He had to go out there eventually and--

A knock and a familiar voice alleviated his fears and Ritsuka got down from his chair, going over to the door. After a slight pause, he opened the door a crack, looking up at Ippo. When he was certain it was him, he stepped back and swung the door open fully, motioning the guy inside. "Come on in."

rolling_go April 2 2011, 05:53:22 UTC

"Ah, thank you!" Bowing awkwardly, Ippo eased himself past the cracked door. He stood between the two beds, sneakers fidgeting on the tiled floor as he waited for Ritsuka to get settled again. The boxer had expected the boy's room to be nicer since the boy's ranking was higher than his.

"I hope... you didn't have to wait long on me. I didn't think there'd be another block of... of uhh....." Ippo had only one more word left and he just couldn't finish it. There was something really distracting in Ritsuka's general direction. "Uhmm, Ristuka--" He motioned calmly with a finger at the little boy's head, not wanting to alarm him. Or himself. More like himself, because he was on the verge of a freak out if this continued. "You... You have ears. I mean--like cat ears..."

forgot_it_all April 2 2011, 09:26:50 UTC

With Ippo in the room, Ritsuka closed the door to avoid anything unpleasant following him in. The monsters tended to stay outdoors, but he wasn't going to risk it when Ippo was just here to eat. The last thing he wanted was to get Ippo eaten when he was supposed to be having dinner. The door closed, Ritsuka turned back and shook his head, ready to reassure Ippo he was fine, when he suddenly stopped talking.

And pointed at his head.

....Right.

".......Uh, yeah." The ears flicked back and flattened against his head, betraying the discomfort he was in at having to explain it all over again. He supposed he should be used to this by now, but he always forgot. It was just natural to him for his ears and tail to be back. It made him feel whole again, making everyone else around him lacking ears seem that much weirder. How was anyone supposed to tell the difference between an adult and a child like that? "This is how I'm supposed to look." His tail swayed behind him unhappily. "But forget that. The dinner's on the desk over

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[M31] swornandbroken April 2 2011, 04:43:21 UTC

Mello had rolled his eyes at the first announcement, or lack thereof, a display doubtless intended to make them aware of the particular watching, waiting quality of silence as it was broadcast. To remind them that they were under surveillance, their actions weighed and dissected, and to point out by contrast that they no longer had anyone even claiming to be on their side involved in the running of this place. It gave way to a crescendo of static that Mello almost laughed at. Childish, really, to put the effort into a moment's discomfort for the prisoners; but he was no longer surprised by pettiness in the new regime. Then more riddles, not offering anything new, and Mello did scoff at that, amused. No understanding of cause and effect? Wait until your jail's in ruins, General. I'll be more than happy to explain what caused that.

Right, with no gun and no real plan, you're going to bring it down how? By force of will alone?Robbed of all his accumulated contraband, he had nothing to grab but the flashlight when the doors unlocked, and ( ... )

poorexample April 2 2011, 08:35:39 UTC

Castiel could not say that his day had gone well. Seeing how it had started off with a scuffle with a demon, that should have been obvious. And in fact, the people who he'd spoken to after that had all been pleasant or at least inoffensive, which meant that the real reason he'd been bothered was because he'd failed to contact Dean at every turn.

It had never been this difficult before.

Adding to that the fact that someone was posting on the bulletin board and claiming to be Joshua, and he was handling far too many issues at the moment. He was skeptical, however; "Joshua" had claimed to be writing in Enochian when he hadn't been. Castiel would have allowed for some institute-caused language confusion if he and Gabriel hadn't conversed in Enochian soon before that.

However, if it wasn't Joshua, then it was someone else who knew of his importance, which was possibly worse. Castiel disliked the uncertainty most of all. He could keep an eye out for God's messenger, but even if he did find him and it turned out that bulletin note wasn ( ... )

broodings April 3 2011, 05:33:45 UTC

It was the first time hearing the voice on the intercom, but his accent, and the steel of authority under it, gave Stefan no doubt that this was General Aguilar. The man in the woods - Marc - hadn't known much about him either. Landel's apparent superior, and the unseen leader of the new army administration. In keeping with his close-mouthed, square-jawed underlings, Aguilar wasn't saying anything more than the bare minimum ( ... )

M40 bloodtrophy April 3 2011, 14:42:10 UTC

Day changed into night, heralded by a wave of static from the intercom and an attempt at an ominous threat that Dexter chose to ignore. Without an idea of what they knew, what the true purpose of this place was, it didn't mean anything. He doubted it was really meant to, either. If they'd wanted to keep them in line, they'd have given them rules and guidelines to follow, not dressed them up as soldiers and turned them out to fight each other or the monstrosities that roamed the halls of a night ( ... )