Nightshift 20: Hallway outside Waiting Room/Lobby 1
((Coming from here. ))
Out into the unknown, as was becoming customary these busy nights, Ichigo left behind the male dorms and kept right on walking. He had even less of a coherent plan than usual tonight, no real intentions and not an ounce of focus needed to dedicate in making any. Even more dissimilar, he seemed to have lost the reckless intensity from earlier nights, no longer barreling head-first down the halls like some brake-snapped train; while the blaze of his resolve had not actually faded in the least, he simply didn't see the need to charge in as if the last seconds of the clock were ticking away. He had plenty of time, and knew it; instead, with his hands casually swaying out at his sides, he would take a leisurely walk into the heart of the building and greet the evening with a solid, confident smile.
As usual, most of the other patients seemed to be banding together, formulating their own plans on how best to spend the evening. Ichigo passed several groups on his way, noticing them briefly inside rooms as he made his way into what he considered the main hallway; just ahead, he could see the crossroads between the Sun Room and the Entry Room, and to his right, a set of stairs.
He probably could've joined any one of them, he thought, but decided against it. Ichigo prefered to work by himself, especially now that he had lost his powers. While in thought, the young man frowned silently at his inability. Like this...I can't protect anybody.
As long as he was alone, he'd be the only one to get hurt. If being the one to bleed meant keeping others from harm, that'd just be the way things would have to be.
Enough with that. It was time to get his head in the game, or something was going to leap out and get him while he stood around like some sort of dunce. The vacant look in his eyes immediately faded, replaced with the kind of fire necessary for dangerous times.
"So, which way should I go tonight?" he remarked aloud.
Out into the unknown, as was becoming customary these busy nights, Ichigo left behind the male dorms and kept right on walking. He had even less of a coherent plan than usual tonight, no real intentions and not an ounce of focus needed to dedicate in making any. Even more dissimilar, he seemed to have lost the reckless intensity from earlier nights, no longer barreling head-first down the halls like some brake-snapped train; while the blaze of his resolve had not actually faded in the least, he simply didn't see the need to charge in as if the last seconds of the clock were ticking away. He had plenty of time, and knew it; instead, with his hands casually swaying out at his sides, he would take a leisurely walk into the heart of the building and greet the evening with a solid, confident smile.
As usual, most of the other patients seemed to be banding together, formulating their own plans on how best to spend the evening. Ichigo passed several groups on his way, noticing them briefly inside rooms as he made his way into what he considered the main hallway; just ahead, he could see the crossroads between the Sun Room and the Entry Room, and to his right, a set of stairs.
He probably could've joined any one of them, he thought, but decided against it. Ichigo prefered to work by himself, especially now that he had lost his powers. While in thought, the young man frowned silently at his inability. Like this...I can't protect anybody.
As long as he was alone, he'd be the only one to get hurt. If being the one to bleed meant keeping others from harm, that'd just be the way things would have to be.
Enough with that. It was time to get his head in the game, or something was going to leap out and get him while he stood around like some sort of dunce. The vacant look in his eyes immediately faded, replaced with the kind of fire necessary for dangerous times.
"So, which way should I go tonight?" he remarked aloud.