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Nightshift 49: M1-M10 Hallway

May 15, 2010 23:15

[from here and outside M4.]

"Haseo?" Endrance knocked once, having finally seemed to learn his lesson about just walking into M4 without knocking or stating his identity first. Once he'd knocked, though, the nerves really set in. What if Haseo wasn't there? What if he'd been taken again? What if --

Stop. Stop that line of thought. He said he ( Read more... )

hanatarou, endrance, dean winchester, sora, haseo, tsukasa

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M7 mitase May 16 2010, 03:23:17 UTC

Even if Hanatarou doubted that anyone would show up, there was still always that chance. And if he went charging off into the hallways by himself he imagined that Sora would object, especially after all the times that he had expressed concern about his roommate. As the intercom came to life he quickly moved to get his bag and sword from the closet; he had to get them before the lights went out, since he still hadn't managed to fix his flashlight. Maybe he should look into that tonight, if he had time.

As the announcement ended, however, he paused, absently twisting the chest band of his healer's bag in his hands. "They did the sleep studies last night, didn't they?" he asked, sounding worried. "Why is it two nights in a row?" Maybe he should be heading upstairs to find the experiment rooms. Would the Search and Rescue group be going?

Re: M7 scintillatingly May 16 2010, 08:52:48 UTC

With all the head doctor had to say, Sora could only feel his concern growing with each word spoken. It made sense that Hanatarou focused in on the news that was the most obviously threatening, but the other boy also brought up a good point. Was there some reason that they were doubling up on the experimentation? It was bad enough that it happened so often, but why was there no Special Counseling this time ( ... )

Re: M7 mitase May 17 2010, 00:12:15 UTC

Don't go out alone, okay?

Hanatarou winced slightly as he glanced in the direction of the door, hoping that either someone actually did show up or Sora simply didn't find out that he hadn't listened to good advice. Advice that he knew perfectly well he should follow, too, but...well, he couldn't just hang around here all night, could he? Not when there were people who had to need help upstairs.

The healer sighed and settled his bag into place, then slid his sword and its improvised sheath at his waist by feel. There wasn't any point in bringing the flashlight, since it hadn't worked in a while, but that was certainly going to complicate matters. Hopefully anyone he ran into would have their own light.

It couldn't be helped, though. He decided he was as ready as he was going to get and closed the closet door, then carefully made his way toward the exit. He knew this room pretty well by now, at least.

Re: M7 cannotlogout May 18 2010, 03:15:07 UTC

Tsukasa woke up when his stomach growled, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Oh hell, he'd crashed hard when he'd got back hadn't he? Probably from spending the entire day paranoid that night was going to fall and he was going to get attacked by hordes of the undead. Again.

He really wished that he didn't have cause to ever say that sentence outside of a video game. He hated his life right now. Really.

But he could mooch around in his room all night and fail at sleeping more, or he could get up and try to do something useful. The second was much more appealing, especially after last night. The feeling of having achieved something was still there.

He pulled on his sneakers and hurried out of the room. He knocked hesitantly on Hanatarou's door, not entirely sure that the other boy would even be in the room. "Hey... it's Tsukasa... if you're there because if not I'm going to feel really stupid."

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Leaving M2 theroadsofar May 16 2010, 04:51:50 UTC

Had to give it to the Head Doctor. He'd got the whole whacked-out evil guy act down to a science.

Dean tugged on his clothes and, rummaging through the bottom of the closet, came up with his duffel bag. The bowie knife was in there, the point of it still chipped when he'd tried to stab that bloodsucker the other night and the worst of that whole thing was not knowing where it'd run off to - there was no way he'd killed it, but it'd acted like it'd actually hurt, which was a new one. He paused before he stepped out the door, touching the side of his neck with his hand. It hadn't spread, not as far as he could tell, but that weird feel of cold hadn't gone away, either. Sticking a finger in his mouth, he ran it along his teeth, almost gingerly. Nope. No baby fangs or nothin'. Felt just as human as he always did, thank God. Still, he couldn't just pretend it was totally okay ( ... )

number_crunch May 16 2010, 23:08:17 UTC

Renovations, reconstruction, reiteration? Just what the factor did the head hectopascal things he was up to now? Not that Sho cared - no matter what the problem, he'd solve it all with ease. Fractions, fractals, integers and irrationals, he could take it all.

Arming up his jacket with megaphone and lighter*aerosol binomial combination, he took the paper-cutter arm in one hand and duct-taped his flashlight to the other. Right, now he was ready to go. Armed and deranged dangerous, Sho set off into the night.

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M4- ROOM OF DEATH(!!) feartehreaper May 17 2010, 04:43:40 UTC

What the hell was "renovations" supposed to mean? Haseo didn't know, but immediately his thoughts went to the night the walls had begun to glitch- perhaps a harmless enough thing on their own, but that had been the same night that-- later, people had died. Obviously the memory was still one the Rogue preferred unaccessed.

However, naturally those concerns didn't have long to stew before the second announcement of the evening sounded and layered on more. As if 'visitors' again wasn't bad enough, mention of the event coupled with the offhand comment about seeing them "sooner" was enough to put yet another nervous edge on Haseo's demeanor. What if Ovan or Shino (fake-Shino?) were somewhere out there ( ... )

deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeath. oftemptation May 17 2010, 16:55:49 UTC

Endrance merely nodded, knowing better than to ask whether Haseo was sure about all of this. If he wasn't, he would have said something. But...there was no denying the feeling of being on edge, he thought, as he took the sword with a single small bow. The Blade Brandier really couldn't blame him. He was just as on edge, having only just thought of that night the walls glitched and he'd...

That night he had died. He was just as sure of that as he was sure of anything else. But in the morning, there hadn't even been a scar, no blood in his hair, nothing to suggest it.

The word 'visitors' was more worrying, and Endrance almost said something about it, but for a second time, held his tongue. What could he say?

"...right...and don't worry. I'm not going to fall apart again."

That was all he really could say - besides one thing.

"Where...?"

TERROOOOORRRRR feartehreaper May 18 2010, 17:58:34 UTC

"Of course," Haseo answered promptly, if a bit flat. He halfway wanted to assure the man of what he'd said, but... yeah, not falling apart was pretty much what everyone hoped for during the night anyway, right? There wasn't really any guarantee when it came to the sort of stuff that went on after dark, anyway. It was difficult enough to resist just barricading oneself in a room and waiting for morning, but in the end voluntary complacency was not an option for Haseo, regardless of how many times the place kept trying to kick him down ( ... )

M3 toobothersome May 17 2010, 18:49:24 UTC

Sprawled across his bed with his dinner barely touched, Shikamaru tapped his pen against the blank page of his journal. It was a nervous habit, he knew, but not his nervous habit--he didn't have nervous habits, since they required a type of anxiety that had never been part of his personality. There were times he could have remained calmer, sure, but they were all matters of life and death, usually not his life and death, and never matters of pens and paper.

Though, in a less immediate manner, this was a matter of life of death too. Hence the appropriation of nervous habits. He switched to chewing the end of his pen, which was equally ineffective. There was no point in assuming his usual thinking position--he'd thought this through already. Now, it was just a matter of choosing words.

Regardless of the likelihood of success, he tested, it's essential that the others believe their given tasks will ultimately lead to a return to Konoha, and it's essential that they're constantly under orders. A perceived lack of leadership ( ... )