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Nightshift 39: M-B Block Hallway

Mar 05, 2009 23:08

[From here]It seemed to be pretty early, because so far Tyki had yet to run into other patients. Pretty odd, considering most people knew him as the last person to be early in the first place ( Read more... )

albedo, guy, emmett, diego, armand, dias, depth charge, clayface, two-face, porky, teisel, alexander conklin, jason, spider, zex, claude, suzaku, luxord, peter parker, tyki, sokka

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iwascloned March 5 2009, 23:10:12 UTC

[from here]

Spider came tearing down the hallway, howling joyfully. This time, however, he remembered to slow down enough not to slam into the wall when the hallway changed directions. As he turned towards the door, he detected a familiar, lung-charring scent.

"WHO HAS CIGARETTES?" He yelled, without stopping. "WHERE DID YOU GET THEM? FIEND! CEASE TO TEMPT ME WITH YOUR SIREN'S SMELL!"

Before he could be further tantalized at the expense of his mission, Spider threw open the door and ran out into the next hallway.

iwascloned March 5 2009, 23:20:28 UTC

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clockmongler March 5 2009, 23:25:24 UTC

[From here, waiting for a certain cross-dressing death god]

...oh lord, there were others here. At the screaming and yelling, X made sure to press himself against a wall, thankful the hood over his head hid that surprised expression on his face. So long as he stayed in the shadows and made no attempt at sudden movements, no one would be able to spot him.

He had no wish to be dragged into this childish game the other men before him seemed to be making. It would annoy him.

Sigh. He knew there was no rushing a lady, but he hoped Grell would not keep a gentleman waiting so long.

deadlyjuliet March 9 2009, 01:25:10 UTC

[from here]

Stopping for a moment before entering the hall, Grell made sure to pull his black gloves on and check his makeup. He'd been doing it for centuries now so it wasn't like he needed a mirror for it. Fake eyelashes in place and his lipstick checked, Grell finally made his way up the corridor. Walking all the way from the basement had been a horror he never wished to repeat and he made a note to check where the doors led the next time he wandered anywhere.

When he couldn't immediately spot anyone with blond hair, Grell forced his powers forward, eyes glowing a bit as he searched for anyone lurking in the shadows. He could see a few people, but no one particularly stood out - save for that cloaked figure up against the wall. Pulling out a scalpel, Grell twirled in it in his fingers as he approached the hooded man. He bet that was Luxord, but he couldn't be certain so he had to play it relatively safe. "And now I wonder where my date is - I do hope he hasn't left."

clockmongler March 9 2009, 01:56:57 UTC

X had kept to himself whilst the other patient scrambled about, watching with disinterest. How they toiled so, hoping for escape, revenge, or simply survival.

Luxord only wished to have fun.

But ah, there was the lady! He gave a short bow at the sight of his date, even chuckling at those words. "Now, now, love," he began, removing his hood and giving the other his regular charming smile, "that would have been incredibly rude of me, would it not? To think you'd even consider me to do such things? I'm hurt." It was obvious that was not the case, but X enjoyed his dramatics.

In any case, he held his arm to the god (as he had with Celes, that reminded him). Grell knew where they were headed, so he would have to lead. "Let us not lose a moment of our fun."

deadlyjuliet March 9 2009, 02:06:58 UTC

What an outfit. Black (was that leather? how chic) coat and hood, gloves and - ooh, what lovely additions to his ears. The earrings suited Luxord like nothing else and Grell made sure to give them an approving look as he moved up to take the man's arm.

Now this was the sort of guy he could fall for. Not only British, but a gentleman with a taste for blood? If Luxord ever proved he could make tea or prepare a meal, Grell would be lost head over heels for him. Leaning his head against Luxord's shoulder, the death god smiled up at him, batting his lashes. "Oh, but I was only teasing. I do hope I didn't keep you waiting too long. This place decided I should start the night somewhere completely different and I had to take a bit of a stroll to find you again ( ... )

secret_orchard March 6 2009, 00:25:33 UTC

[from here]

It seemed there was someone still in here. Well, Armand thought so anyway. His eyes were adjusting to the dark a little as they tended to do when no one shined their lights into them. He seldom lingered here in this part of the hall, but there was a door the men's toilet right there. He hoped that in the dark and without any tools, he'd be able to wrench free some metal.

The idea terrified him. He didn't want to go in there alone, but what choice did he have? With a sigh, he pushed open the door and went inside.

[gone into Men's Bathroom (M41-M80), link pending]

secret_orchard March 6 2009, 00:42:41 UTC

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razing_phoenix March 6 2009, 05:47:57 UTC

[From here.]

The hallway had a few patients lingering in it, but Guy didn't recognize them, and they all seemed to be waiting around, probably for whoever they were planning to explore with tonight. He did have to admire how everyone managed to organize themselves - it wasn't always easy in this place.

He couldn't get distracted, though. It was taking most of his attention to carry the pillowcase-turned-bag without spilling any of the juice inside. He wasn't exactly succeeding, either. When he heard a particularly loud slosh and felt a wetness press against his shoulder, Guy actually winced.

It wasn't like all of it had spilled, though. Hopefully the damage wasn't too severe; he would just have to check it out once he made it to Claude's. Not for the first time, he was grateful that their rooms were so close.

He kept going, walking as gingerly as he could. Almost there...

razing_phoenix March 6 2009, 09:00:41 UTC

[To here.]

theroadsofar March 6 2009, 08:04:56 UTC

[From here]

Some other patients were standing around, and he passed one guy carrying what sounded suspiciously like he was trying to use a pillowcase to carry some kinda liquid. Dean had no idea what he was planning to do with whatever was inside. Should've done what he had and helped himself to the empty plastic jugs in the kitchen. Dean glanced at the first couple of doors. M80. And then M70. If he did the math, he figured that M61 would be way down that second hall, right at the end. Now, he didn't know how this was gonna turn out or how loud it'd get, but hopefully he wouldn't attract enough attention for any of these civilian patients to get it into their heads to play "hero".

Dean headed down M70's hall.

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