For once, this hall was devoid of traffic, though people were beginning to appear in the adjacent areas. Ken simply looked on and ran, seeing little point in staying in one place.
"Let's see," she mumbled to herself, mostly to keep her thoughts straight. "They should be around here somewhere...."
Turning a right, Harley moved down the corridor at a careful pace. She honestly wanted to hurry, but she already knew too much rushed activity too soon would just get her dizzy, and she be on the ground before she even realized it. Best to save her strength for when she got her babies out. Then... ooohhh then would there be some hell to pay. Moreso if they had so much as a scratch on their darling little faces.
It wasn't very long until her flashlight illuminated the stairs she'd been expecting to find. She had yet to make it upstairs and was a bit unsure of what could be up there. But if that's where her babies were, that where she'd go.
"Just hold on a little longer," she prayed. "Mommy's on her way."
[From here]When Crane finally arrived in the main hallway, below the stairs, he paused as he noticed a woman stumbling around. His first thought was that it was a drunk person, but he doubted that it would be possible to get alcohol in a place like this, so it had to be something else. Numb muscles from sedatives, perhaps. Then in that case, the person was asking to be made into a meal, and deserved the fate that waited them. Upon second glance, he realized that she looked familiar
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"Huh?" She turned at the sound of her name and blinked up at the face in an attempt to focus more quickly. Oh. It was that guy: the guy with the same name as Professor Crane, but wasn't really Professor Crane or even a professor at all really, so maybe she was supposed to call him Mr. Crane, but that seemed too stuffy a name to call someone, especially...
...Wait, what was she doing? Oh, right.
"Oh. Hey, Crane-y," she said, voice much distant as though she were speaking to herself rather than another person. "Guess I don't, huh? Don't feel too good either... Docs shot me up earlier, but I gotta go upstairs... If I don't go... they might hurt them..."
Her sentences were slowly dropping in volume as she went along, turning into a mutter by the time she'd gotten to the last word. It was so strange. Her best friend in the world left her to rot away in this place, but here this guy she barely knew was being so nice to her. He almost spoke with that same quiet tone the Professor Crane back home used with her. Of course, thinking that
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He'd had to strain in order to hear her correctly, but he wasn't certain what to think of what he did hear. "'Them?'" he asked, raising an eyebrow, choosing not to remark on her choice of a nickname for him. It looked like he had otherwise been right on the mark, though. She'd been sedated, and was trying to get out anyway.
"Anyway, I might not have a weapon, but I'm headed towards what it supposedly a place of safety upstairs, to look around. And I could certainly run better than you in your condition," he commented. Crane had no problem admitting what battles he couldn't win and leaving them. Even if that had sounded a bit mean, he certainly believed it to be true. Then again, she did have a weapon, but he doubted she could wield it as well as she thought while fighting off the sedatives. Just like he doubted she could get too upset over his comment while in a drugged state
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Her eyes wandered towards the stairs as the man spoke, almost like she wasn't paying much attention. On the contrary, she was listening as best as she was able to in this state. So there was a safe room somewhere upstairs? That was convenient. Harley wasn't much for making elaborate plans, so she hadn't considered what to do with her sweethearts once she'd freed them. A safe spot would be good place to go to figure out what to do next
( ... )
"Let's see," she mumbled to herself, mostly to keep her thoughts straight. "They should be around here somewhere...."
Turning a right, Harley moved down the corridor at a careful pace. She honestly wanted to hurry, but she already knew too much rushed activity too soon would just get her dizzy, and she be on the ground before she even realized it. Best to save her strength for when she got her babies out. Then... ooohhh then would there be some hell to pay. Moreso if they had so much as a scratch on their darling little faces.
It wasn't very long until her flashlight illuminated the stairs she'd been expecting to find. She had yet to make it upstairs and was a bit unsure of what could be up there. But if that's where her babies were, that where she'd go.
"Just hold on a little longer," she prayed. "Mommy's on her way."
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...Wait, what was she doing? Oh, right.
"Oh. Hey, Crane-y," she said, voice much distant as though she were speaking to herself rather than another person. "Guess I don't, huh? Don't feel too good either... Docs shot me up earlier, but I gotta go upstairs... If I don't go... they might hurt them..."
Her sentences were slowly dropping in volume as she went along, turning into a mutter by the time she'd gotten to the last word. It was so strange. Her best friend in the world left her to rot away in this place, but here this guy she barely knew was being so nice to her. He almost spoke with that same quiet tone the Professor Crane back home used with her. Of course, thinking that ( ... )
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"Anyway, I might not have a weapon, but I'm headed towards what it supposedly a place of safety upstairs, to look around. And I could certainly run better than you in your condition," he commented. Crane had no problem admitting what battles he couldn't win and leaving them. Even if that had sounded a bit mean, he certainly believed it to be true. Then again, she did have a weapon, but he doubted she could wield it as well as she thought while fighting off the sedatives. Just like he doubted she could get too upset over his comment while in a drugged state ( ... )
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