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Night 48: F31-F40 Hallway

Mar 23, 2010 21:40

No assignment tonight. That was strange, Meche thought--but then, only a few people had replied to Hitsugaya's roll call, so maybe there just weren't enough of them who were in good enough shape to take on a new job. It made sense for them to take a little time off after what had happened last night.

There was that report--neatly handwritten ( Read more... )

edward cullen, meche, bella

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mateswithnobody March 26 2010, 03:47:58 UTC

With dinner through and the usual "start your engines" announcement of the deranged madman who ran the place, Donna wondered over what she could do that night. The Doctor had attempted to catch her the night before, and since they'd gotten little more done than exchange words and clothing (more take clothing, but oh well), the man could probably come a knocking once again. Or guarding, whichever.

Lifting her pillow, Donna retrieved her torch and tapped a finger to the pair of glasses she'd stashed along with it. Probably better to keep them from sight until the Doctor could actually get her something to trade for. He could get a glimpse or two here and there whenever she felt like it, but for now she'd leave them. She didn't want him that distracted if they did end up running off to get something done. His whining would be too much of a pain.

Pillow back in place, Donna checking the torch to make sure it worked, gave the room a once over as though it really needed one, and headed out.

mateswithnobody April 1 2010, 04:48:13 UTC

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sanguinario March 30 2010, 02:06:34 UTC

[From here, going to F34.]

His flashlight slowed its bounces in time with his stride as he reached his initial destination. It felt good to run. It rather felt like years since he had last experienced that one little freedom still left to him. Perhaps if he could remain somewhat whole and rested for a few hours, he'd be able to experience it again. He still wasn't human enough to feel tired - really, his breath was as even as when he'd left his room by the unlocking door - but the short pains from the nearly-healed knife stab were human enough. He rather enjoyed them, in a masochistic way.

It took him a moment to gather his senses before he knocked on the door - as self-assured as he was feeling, one tiny human girl was more than often enough to shake that from him. But, he thought, she needs it as much as I do. If her easy blushes were anything to tell - which they were - they needed it equally as badly ( ... )

inside F34. vitale March 30 2010, 02:28:25 UTC

Had she fallen asleep? Bella couldn't exactly remember eating dinner - had she seen her roommate ( ... )

inside F34. sanguinario March 30 2010, 04:46:50 UTC

The first thing he noticed was the apparent emptiness of the room. It had been dark and quiet before he had heard the rustling of the sheets through the door. Being the only occupant in the room, he must have awoken her. She surely wouldn't have wasted time sitting in bed - not after her adventure last night had probably instilled a dangerous sense of confidence. As much as he did love said confidence in her, he was still extremely wary of how potentially dangerous the hallway trips could be. Better him than her, after all ( ... )

inside F34. vitale March 30 2010, 12:29:03 UTC

Bella was prepared to ask another question, to scold him for wandering out on his own, but suddenly she was silenced, and her eyes widened slightly before instantly closing.

Many things ran through her head at first at Edward's kiss - most of those thoughts had to do with telling him to stop, that he was injured and he shouldn't be doing such a thing when he still had a stab wound on his chest when he knew that there was a chance that she wouldn't be able to control herself (Especially after not been able to embrace and kiss him for what felt like monthsNeedless to say, those thoughts didn't last very long, and a soft sound escaped her. Before long soon she was kissing Edward back with a desperate need. Bella's hands were slowly creeping up his chest and shoulders and around his neck. Once one hand was placed around his neck, her other hand proceeded to take up the usual spot; her hand lifted and she ran her fingers though his dark hair, fingers moving over his scalp ever so lightly before stopping ( ... )

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