Night 51: M1-M10 Hallway
A week. It had been an entire week since Haseo had been dragged from his room after dinner and taken upstairs for experimentation. It wasn't until the staff had brought that dinner again that the Adept Rogue realized the complete significance of what he'd been trudging through all day- somehow, a full seven days had come and gone since then, and even more than that since he'd arrived at the institute in the first place. It was hard to believe... almost too hard.
Needless to say, the teen was distressed upon coming across this realization. He hadn't touched any of the food at all-- in fact, he hadn't even wanted to look at it. After the initial moment of shock, he'd mentioned this very clearly to the nurse trying to glean what he wanted, but when she shrugged him off and left some of it behind anyway, he remained steadfastly silent from where he sat on his bed, so tense he felt like he was about to become violently ill... and hating his own perceived sense of weakness. It didn't make sense that they would try the same trick again, right? So... why was he so afraid?
In the end, of course, they never came for him again, and the regular intercom announcements continued like normal-- almost normal. Relief still didn't come easily, and his mind was blank as he went through the normal routine of getting ready to go out as the messages played. Jill... he'd only vaguely heard of her, but if the head doctor had captured her...?
-- No, there probably wasn't anything he could do- what could he do? After all, even though it was implied the man in charge was somewhere in the building, for all Haseo knew, the bastard could very well have been miles away. Something like that would explain all the radio interference, anyway, if they were using something like an old wire system running through the ground. The broadcast had to be nothing more than a way to mess with them, fueled by the knowledge that nothing could be done.
The anxiety continued to endure in part as the teen finished getting ready with practiced speed- although his emotions made it seem longer, it was only a few minutes before he was out the door, locking it with one short-sword under-arm, and turning to head down the hall. If someone knew how he felt, it might have seemed odd he went through his actions so confidently, but that too was a well-practiced skill.
Needless to say, the teen was distressed upon coming across this realization. He hadn't touched any of the food at all-- in fact, he hadn't even wanted to look at it. After the initial moment of shock, he'd mentioned this very clearly to the nurse trying to glean what he wanted, but when she shrugged him off and left some of it behind anyway, he remained steadfastly silent from where he sat on his bed, so tense he felt like he was about to become violently ill... and hating his own perceived sense of weakness. It didn't make sense that they would try the same trick again, right? So... why was he so afraid?
In the end, of course, they never came for him again, and the regular intercom announcements continued like normal-- almost normal. Relief still didn't come easily, and his mind was blank as he went through the normal routine of getting ready to go out as the messages played. Jill... he'd only vaguely heard of her, but if the head doctor had captured her...?
-- No, there probably wasn't anything he could do- what could he do? After all, even though it was implied the man in charge was somewhere in the building, for all Haseo knew, the bastard could very well have been miles away. Something like that would explain all the radio interference, anyway, if they were using something like an old wire system running through the ground. The broadcast had to be nothing more than a way to mess with them, fueled by the knowledge that nothing could be done.
The anxiety continued to endure in part as the teen finished getting ready with practiced speed- although his emotions made it seem longer, it was only a few minutes before he was out the door, locking it with one short-sword under-arm, and turning to head down the hall. If someone knew how he felt, it might have seemed odd he went through his actions so confidently, but that too was a well-practiced skill.