Nightshift 59: M41-M50 Hallway

Oct 24, 2011 20:05

Kibitoshin wasn’t sure what alarmed him the most; the wailing sirens and the juddering blare of the computer voice or the aching gap their sudden absence left behind ( Read more... )

firo, kibitoshin, lunge, two-face, mccoy, claude, the scarecrow

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M42 scarefaux November 5 2011, 08:45:51 UTC
Though he didn't really want to leave Depth Charge, especially with the strange announcement over the intercom and the pink glow that accompanied it, covering the walls and the furniture in the room, the Scarecrow knew he had to get out of the room and away from everything, even if for just a moment. There was so much to think about, and he really wasn't sure if his damaged, human brain could handle it all. He felt as though everything was spinning around him, though that couldn't be right- buildings didn't move like that unless they were in a twister.

And for all the noise he could hear echoing in the hallways, it certainly didn't seem like a twister had taken the building from its foundation and flung it to a land faraway.

The Scarecrow waited by the door a moment, eyeing the rest of the corridor. He touched the wall across from his room tentatively, making sure the pink glow wasn't some sort of harmful magic- it had to be magic of some sort, he reasoned, but it didn't seem to react to him. Figuring it wasn't going to hurt him any more than it hadn't already, he leaned into it, pressing his forehead to the wall as he closed his eyes.

They had done the right thing, hadn't they? They'd been thanked by the Major personally, had saved not only Rosemarie's life, but another as well... and yet, he didn't feel that much better about it. He still had no idea where Mele was, of if he'd ever see her again.

There was that distinct pain in his chest, that emptiness that had been growing there since he'd discovered she'd been released. It had to be his heart being wrenched in half- surely that was it. He wasn't sure there was anything to be done about it, anymore.

Clicking his flashlight on, the Scarecrow looked to the ring still clasped in his hand. He slid it onto one finger for now, continuing down the hallway. He might never discover what happened to Mele, but hiding in his room got him nowhere, either. He could at least try to find out what the disturbance was.

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scarefaux November 8 2011, 06:35:22 UTC
[To here.]

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