Nightshift 24: M 61-70 Hallway

[crimson_handed]

Too goddamn tired, huh? Kimbley smirked up at the intercom sealed in the corner of the room and continued rifling through his drawer. Under his pillow he'd found the flashlight; in here, there were pens, a radio, a journal ... they were actually giving them supplies here. Clearly, this was not a real mental hospital ... or prison. More of hell than

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[flash_of_blue]

Nobody had explained to Elfangor what would happen at night, so he was confused to say the least. He did see his roommate grab the flashlight and followed suit. He stepped from the room and looked around cautiously.

Honestly what kind of prison unlocked its doors. Not that Elfangor minded, if he hadn't have been so distracted by food he would have started to panic slightly. He didn't like being locked up.

[reanalyze]

HK-47 hadn't wasted any time in setting out for the night. Citan took the opportunity to explore the room, going over it thoroughly. Supplies were limited, though there were supplies to be had. A hand held light and a transmitter of some sorts were the two that seemed to promise the most use. The room was well secured, the only exit the door that led to what appeared to be a hallway.

Light in hand, Citan headed into the hall. A simple corridor lined with doors, the overhead lights currently off. There seemed to be no power at all for the moment.

The corridor was not empty. HK-47 was long gone, but Citan noticed a younger-looking man a bit down the hallway. He approached, expression friendly and calm.

"Rather an odd place, hmm?" he began, in way of greeting.

[flash_of_blue]

Elfangor turned his head to see the man who was speaking to him. He nodded. "Yes. Odd," he repeated the sound. Saying 'odd' made an interesting sensation in his mouth, but now was not the time to marvel over it. Elfangor's back straighted from the slightly slouch of looking around. "What is going on?" he asked, risking it. He couldn't trust this person, but it was probably better not to be so hostile. It was dark and human eyes were very bad for seeing in the dark. His fingers clutched the flashlight.

[reanalyze]

"Yes, I'd heard something the monsters," Citan said as they were approached by another young man. "I'm afraid I'm not certain what's going on. I just woke up perhaps an hour ago myself. My cellmate was informative, but unfortunately just as unaware as I am." He spread his hands, apologetically.

"But I have been warned that dangerous creatures come out when it's nighttime. So I suppose we had best be on our guard. Ah, I'm Doctor Citan Uzuki, but most everyone simply calls me 'Doc'." What an oversight, not even introducing himself immediately!

[flash_of_blue]

Elfangor's eyes darkened. Monsters weren't a new idea to him, not when he had fought (and been) things like the Taxxons. That explained why the people he spoke with earlier were making plans during the night. He cursed in his mind (for he would never say such things aloud). This place had been making such a fool of him. It was almost as if his years as a prince had disappeared. He had been caught of guard, confused, and stupid since waking up. It was almost as if the shock of dying hadn't worn off yet

[reanalyze]

"No name?" Citan's eyebrows raised at that. "Whyever not? We should have something to call you..." Otherwise it made things very difficult. "And I'm afraid I have nowhere in particular I'm going. I stepped out of my room and met this gentleman here."

He did want to get an idea of the size of the building and what sort of security they were looking at, though.

[flash_of_blue]

Elfangor ignored the fact that the boy had no name. It really wasn't that important to him. He looked around with just his one set of eyes.

"I suppose we might want to start by leaving this hallway," he said, gesturing towards the exit.