Night 59: M61-M70 Hallway

[doneinthree]

A project of great importance. Well. That didn't sound good. Kirk tugged his Starfleet-issue boots on, hopping a little in place as he stood, and smiled to himself, irrationally pleased at how well they fit. It wasn't as if the military uniforms were all that bad either, pants creased and shirts smooth as if tailored to them in their sleep (and

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[deadlyjuliet]

It came in a rush. After the usual quiet dinner, the sudden alarm and the change that came over the Institute was...exhilarating to say the least. It came at him like a wall and sharp, delicious painful jab to the stomach. There was no real pain, but the pleasant buzz left in its wake wasn't all that unlike his dance with Sebastian oh so long ago in Whitechapel. Grell rose from his seat, seeing every surface awash in pink as if the glow were some vestige of a drunk interior decorator's worst nightmare, and he smiled.

As the alarm continued to blare on like some insidious drone, Grell Sutcliffe smiled; not because of the foreboding of it all, but because he realized he no longer had a heartbeat. A hand pressed to his chest confirmed it and the smile grew, cracked, became fanged and deadly. This wasn't like the night previous where he only had his speed back. This was... freedom. And what better way to celebrate than to pay those who owed him a debt a little...visit?

Pulling his clothes from the closet, Grell left the borrowed chainsaw behind. He wasn't going to need it tonight and if someone stole it? Well, he'd be able to get it back with a vengeance tonight. Clothes slung over his shoulder, Grell stepped out into the hall and down it, strutting his way toward the restrooms.

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[contentincloset]

When the intercom blared and what he could only assume was magic filtered in and around everything present, Kurogane wanted nothing to do with it. This was stuff that General was causing, not the Head Doctor or Marc, and trying to figure out the meaning of it all wouldn't get him anywhere closer to finding the two.

He was out of the door quickly, if only to get out of his roommate's prying eyes, and once in the hallway he slipped on the ring and flung his hand at the wall, effectively smashing the stone.

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