Night 44: M31-40 Hallway

[hamelinschild]

[M39]When the first intercom sounded, it shook Hart at a mid-line level. It was propaganda and suppression of information flow that the institution wanted now, obviously. They'd all have to be much more careful now with the bulletins, especially if the little pet idea of the 'Evil Club' were to ever get off the ground into anything serious. For the

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[rope_victim]

Miku had never run so quickly in her entire life. The moment the doors had unlocked she'd bolted, her shoes pounding the pavement as they ate up the distance between her room and his. Ritsuka needed her. Needed to know that she was okay, and needed to be assured that she wasn't dead.

Even though she had died, but she was alive now. She hadn't left him. She hadn't broken her promise.

A shiver danced down her spine as she skidded to a stop in front of M35. Her clothing was pristine, as opposed to bloodied and torn. Her hair was down from its bun, but held back with her hairpin. She leaned a hand against the wall beside his door and called out for him before she could even catch her breath fully. "Ritsuka? Ritsuka! It's Miku, let me in. Please!"

[forgot_it_all]

Ritsuka had just begun preparing for the night - putting supplies into his backpack, finding out his flashlight's batteries were starting to go, testing his radio while wondering what the hell sort of training the Head Doctor meant - when there was a voice calling out to him from the other side of the door. It wasn't Soubi, far too... girlish?

Racing to the door, Ritsuka practically flung it open and then stared at the person waiting for him. "Miku!" Oh God, she was alive. She wasn't even hurt! No trace of blood or bruises or any sort of injury. But did she remember? She had to if she were here. Reaching out, Ritsuka grabbed her arm and pulled her into a hug, feeling relief finally replace all the worry that'd been building up in him. After an awkward moment, he realized what he was doing and then let her go, stepping back just slightly to look up at her. "What happened?! Are you okay?!"

[rope_victim]

She hadn't been expecting the hug, but returned it until he pulled away awkwardly. She'd wanted to laugh, it was such a... Ritsukan reaction, but kept her face smooth. "I'm okay! I am! I..." She took a breath (never, ever would she take it for granted) and shivered again. It was cold in her summer clothes, and at night the building got colder. "I'm sorry I worried you, Ritsuka, I'm so sorry!"

If she'd had a choice, he would have never seen her die, but there hadn't been and now the best she could do was fix things. Miku tucked a lock of Ritsuka's hair behind his ear. "I'm really all right now," she promised.

[forgot_it_all]

She was alright. She was alive, without a single scratch on her, and she was...shivering. Crap. Grabbing Miku's hand, he turned and pulled her into the room. It wasn't much better inside, but here he could wrap her in blankets, or maybe even give her his Institute jacket. "Don't apologize - as long as you're okay." She was safe. She was here. He'd spent all day worried sick and she was okay, and he felt relief he hadn't felt in a long time. "Here, sit. You're wearing the wrong stuff for the night here."

Taking her to the bed, he let go of her hand and then went back to his closet, pulling the doors open. Jacket...jacket. Usually he wore it at night, but he could make due with the sweater tonight. She was cold and Ritsuka, while not the most chivalrous of people, he wasn't going to let her stay cold. Pulling his jacket off the hanger, he came over and handed it to her. "What happened last night? I came in and then...you were dying."

[haplesstracker]

...he was supposed to meet Piper, wasn't he? Dang. They hadn't even set a plan up.

This place was starting to make him lax. The nights were a terror, sure, but during the day nobody was shooting at him or yelling at him (mostly), he was refueling out of pleasure rather than because he was on the brink of starvation, and aside from going where he was told and behaving himself he had few responsibilities. Some of the nights had been terrifying, but the Decepticon base got almost that bad when they were bored, hungry, and ready to kill each other if they didn't find a better target soon.

If you added in a Cyclonus, it would almost be...Scourge didn't want to call it 'nice', but it was bearable.

Scourge went through his nightly procedure with disturbing ease, fetching his blade from under the bed and putting his pillowcase/carrier bag in his pocket. He contemplated his door, wondering if it was even worth the trouble of leaving the room that night.

Eh. Landel seemed to be in an apologetic mood tonight. Maybe tonight would be easy.

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[udo_retrovirus]

The brownie had been a plus, but Junior had still eaten his dinner a bit grudgingly. The day had been up, down, and all over the place, but when finally escorted back, all he'd been able to think about was how he'd just kinda left Nigredo there with an image and no explanation. It had been absolutely cowardly of him to run off like that, and he shouldn't have done it.

Well, he was already meeting up with Nigredo, at least. Junior was out the doors shortly after they opened, hoping to get there before everyone else was ready to head to the basement. He needed to apologize, and he needed to apologize badly.

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[guardiancomplex]

Touya had finished his dinner, laid back and rested for a few minutes. It was still quiet with no roommate, and he wondered when he was going to be assigned one again. Not that he minded spending time alone--he was used to it. But it was nice to have some conversation every once in a while.

Conversely, he could have a crazy roommate who tried to kill him or something. Maybe it was better this way. ...maybe Yuki could move in with him. After all, how much did stupid Ken really need to talk to someone at dinner?

Touya sighed. It was thoughts like that that had given Nakuru's words so much weight during visitor day. Yuki was assigned to one room, Touya was assigned to this one. And that was okay. Because Yuki was normally with him during some meal and during the night. And they were on the same page and happy--that was enough.

The young man sat up once he heard the door unlock and headed out to get to Yuki's room as soon as possible. He didn't want to keep Sakura waiting too long, and if he got to Yuki's room faster,

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M34

[moral_liberty]

Kaworu remained for a short while after Junior had left, focusing on something that was brushing at the back of his mind. It had begun as soon as the doors opened, and it wasn't until he was alone that it became clear enough to identify. It was a song

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