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622 risked a glance over the railing as they passed the Sun Room down below. Nothing there yet. Not even something guarding the area. "Hmm." That was odd. There was always a guard stationed there. Maybe he just couldn't see it, but shouldn't people be trying to head through there by now? There would be evidence if they had.
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"Is there a problem Sergeant?" he asked, genuinely curious.
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He'd just have to be extra alert heading forward.
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This place was irritatingly quiet tonight. Where were the gunshots, the shouts of surprised prisoners, the exclamations of pain? Where were the holes in the Sun Room roof? Why was this place so dull tonight?
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"There's a room where they supposedly keep our shit, but I heard it doesn't have anything useful in it. I've been looking for my fucking gun for four days." Which he hated to admit had been a lost cause, so far, but it was obvious he didn't have it.
Two months. Matt knew, and he didn't, what they'd accomplished and learnt in that time, and what Mello had said to convince him to help. No. Mello knew what the answer to that always was, and he'd known it for years: you assumed someone would help, and simply told them what you expected from them. He shouldn't have had to remind himself. And going on five days lost here. Five days, and more than time. He still couldn't move at all back home until that damn picture was ashes, not even knowing all the players by name now. But this wasn't the time to think about that. Dwelling on it only made him want to throw things some more. "So we were closing in. Why were you so pissed when you first saw me? And why'd you think I brought you here?"
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"It'd help to at least check it, right?" A useless question; he already knew it was. Checking the room lessened the likelihood of them missing something important. He wasn't surprised that Mello had been on a relative warpath over his gun; there was many a time where Matt found it exceedingly disturbing, and he tried not to even joke about his friend's relationship with his firearm.
"Look, I've just been real pissy today, since I gotta deal with all this crap with no smokes." He eyed Mello's back, knowing well that the other man might not know how bad his smoking had gotten - again, weird. He ( ... )
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"And that room's on my list." He wasn't about to admit he didn't know exactly where it was, and was heading for the places he knew contained useful things first. He bit his tongue on an explanation of the delay. Never apologize, never explain. That was one of the rules he'd lived by for the last five years, and another thing he should never have questioned. Fuck, Matt was going to wise up soon that Mello wasn't himself. "Along with a place some smokes might be stashed." There, that would distract him. Mello had hardly thought of Matt at all since getting dragged here, but one thing that had instantly called his friend to mind had been the tobacco smell in the doctors' office hallway on his second night.
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The second floor never got too crowded, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. It made it easier to get around quickly, and if they kept moving they'd be at the file room in no time. Though as they headed down the hall, Sora couldn't help chancing a look over the side of the railing, down into the Sun Room. He'd been expecting some kind of activity there, but instead, it was completely empty.
That was weird. He knew there weren't always guards in there, but patients still ran through pretty frequently. He wondered if maybe, because of that reconstruction Mr. Landel had mentioned, the door into that room was blocked off. Hopefully not, but it was strange either way.
"Umm," he spoke up upon realizing that he'd lapsed into silence, "so... what file are you looking for, anyway?" He turned back to Neku, looking genuinely curious.
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"A few I guess," he shrugged, distracted with trying to look for the slightest movement that wasn't just the other patients rummaging through the halls.
"Sho's, and maybe Mr. H's. Mine, out of curiosity, if it's there." Maybe Leonard's too. Probably wouldn't hurt the guy to get him information on why he was here. Then he wouldn't have to ask so many questions. It was the least he could do, really.
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Scar spared a glance into the sun room as he passed the railing. Usually, there would be a battle raging on below. Be it a Special Counseling patient or one of the head doctor's pets, that area was always guarded. But now there was mere silence. Oh, it hardly meant there wouldn't be a guard standing there on this very moment, but certainly seemed odd no one had entered it yet. That area was always quite popular, after all.
Well, he supposed it didn't quite matter. The area he was in now appeared to be lacking in guards as well. He eyed the various doors near the railing, but he realized that - other than the chapel - he barely had an idea of where they led to.
Hnn. He supposed he could make use of this peace and quiet and do some exploring. The former lion moved over to the nearest door and attempted to open it. Of course, it was locked.
[For Wally~!]
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Very well, who was he to deny a human's desire to get rid of obstacles?
"Not at all," he said - even politely - before stepping aside, allowing the other man the room he needed.
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"See? No problem," he said once that was done. Waving back at the other patient with a loose, 'this way' gesture, Wally slipped through the now open door.
[ Better bring your raincoat, Scar...]
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