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here]"Oh, this is inviting." A dark hallway and doors. It was like some sort of odd nightmare, but it felt too real for that. Brooklyn kept to the wall, not yet quite certain of his ability to balance well on these new feet, though he was adjusting well. The one night he'd spent human before was helping with this at least
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The mention of a sleep study made him nervous, and it seemed almost certain to him now that experimentation was going on. The Company was the sort of organization that would cover up something ugly like that with a harmless sounding name.
Once the announcement ended, Peter got to his feet and took hold of both the flashlight and then radio. He slipped his wrist through the strap on the radio and grasped the flashlight in his other hand.
After some waiting (when did the doors open, exactly?), the intercom came on again, though this time the pleasant voice was replaced by something else that made the hair on the back of his neck rise. "Cut open" - there was no hiding what was going on at night, then. That final message was discouraging, but Peter knew better than to let it get to him.
There was a click of the door unlocking, and with that Peter headed to the door and slowly opened it. The hallway was almost completely dark, so he turned on his flashlight as he stepped outside. There was one person nearby, and from what he could tell, the teenager (with abnormally light hair - was it dyed?) looked pretty confused.
"Hey," he offered as he cautiously walked over.
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The gargoyle gave a start as he was addressed, so many things on his mind that he hadn't even heard Peter approach. Spinning around far too quickly for the tenuous grip on balance that he had, Brooklyn found himself unceremoniously dumped on his backside. He could feel himself go red with embarrassment, something that would no doubt be much more obvious on him now than it would have before.
"Who are you?" he asked quickly. "What is this place?" Though if this man was dressed in the same gray smiley shirt as he was there was a pretty good chance they were in the same situation.
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When the stranger shot out a few questions, Peter couldn't help frowning. Had he just woken up? That wasn't fair at all - he hadn't even gotten a chance to figure out what was going on before he was shoved into the middle of things.
Peter extended his hand to the kid to help him up, letting out a sigh. "I'm pretty new here, too, but this is a facility where they're holding a lot of people prisoner. They act like it's a mental institute during the day, but at night..." Peter stopped and glanced around. "Well, this is the first time I'm going through it, but I've heard it's pretty dangerous."
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"A mental institute?" And he was human. Right. Okay. This was all a spell or an illusion then, and they were going to tell him he was never really a gargoyle - that he was some paperboy with delusions of grandeur or something. Oh, he had them all figured out already.
He just... needed to figure out who "they" were.
"Brilliant," he muttered. "So who are you really?" That should reveal one of Oberon's children, shouldn't it?
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"I still don't really know what's going on here, but I'm pretty sure that there's experimentation going on." What else involved people getting cut open? Vivisection, maybe, but Peter didn't really want to follow that train of thought.
"Look," he said as he ran a hand through his hair, "I don't know anyone else here, either, really, so maybe we should stick together." It was better than wandering around alone, he figured. And besides, this kid looked only a little older than Claire, and it didn't seem right for him to be on his own in this place. Once again, he was tempted to ask if the stranger had any sort of power, but he didn't want to freak him out any further if he didn't know about all that.
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"I'm Brooklyn," he responded, still a bit wary. He supposed he could have made it sound more normal by shortening it to Brook or something equally girly sounding, but he didn't care about that too much at the moment. There were more important matters to worry about.
"What... sort of experiments are we talking about?" Should he throw the big M word in yet? This guy was just another human, after all. ...Then again, so was he at the moment.
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As for the experiments, Peter hadn't really wanted to think about it. Eddie hadn't seemed to know all that much, but he figured that there had to be some people around who had been through it. He couldn't imagine they would want to talk about it very much (if they even remembered it clearly), so he wasn't sure how he was going to go about getting more information on that.
"I don't really know," he admitted. "I just know that something's going on, and everyone's trying to escape, but night's the only time they get a chance to." He wasn't sure how he was going to introduce the idea of mutated animal creatures to Brooklyn, but he was working on it.
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And more importantly, where was here?
Peter didn't seem to know too much either. 'Everyone's trying to escape' didn't make for the best of intros into this new environment either. He wanted to stick together, he'd said. Perhaps that was the best course of action. "All right. So let's move. Where do we start?"
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As for where to start, Peter realized that he hadn't given that much thought. He knew very little about how the whole "nightshift" thing worked, but he figured that the only way he could learn was by checking it out for himself.
"I don't know, really," he admitted. "I just kind of wanted to wander around, you know?" Hopefully the kid would be up for it, though he would understand if he opted to spend the night in his room instead of actively searching out danger.
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Walking was an awkward process still, but he wasn't going to keep hobbling along the wall now that he was traveling with someone else. That would just be embarrassing. "Nice to meet a fellow New Yorker," he added, not wanting to appear too rude.
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