[From here.]If there was one thing to be said about the terrible clothing they were given to wear in Doyleton, it was that the selection had its uses. The jacket- not fine or leather, but a jacket nonetheless- kept some of the cold from him; the shoes gripped to the road, slick in places from the layer of snow, better than the issued slippers ever ( Read more... )

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....Make that the cold night air. God, how did she not think of a coat?! Morgan: 0, Landel's: a hundred. She rubbed her bare upper arms, smearing blood from her injured right shoulder onto the fingers of her gauntlet. Normally she'd wipe it clean; right now, she didn't care enough to bother. She just wanted to keep moving and make up ( Read more... )

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Deserted.

Regardless, Lightning took several steps into the large room, looking about and listening intently. Most importantly though, she was also trying to get a feel for the air there. She remembered quite clearly how it had seemed her first and second nights, how someone else going through ahead of her had caused the oppressive ( Read more... )

[ from here]Tolten tried to seem confident as he took the lead, proceeding further into the dark corridors. There had been nothing overtly threatening so far, but his heart was racing in his chest even so. He couldn't shake a sense of lurking danger, of shadowing hidden fear. He tried to tell himself he was being foolish, but experience told him ( Read more... )

A night off. Odd concept, though Taura wasn't fool enough take the silence on the intercom as implying that Aguilar had bought into this plan. That second click hadn't escaped her attention -- recording? Throwing some plan into motion, just loudly enough to let them all wonder ( Read more... )

[From here.]Being down this way certainly did nothing for Peter's nerves. The last time he had come near this part of the hospital was when him and Harry...yeah. Right about there was where the shapeshifters came in ( Read more... )

[From here.]He had reached the meeting point in less than a few minutes and there was still not another patient to be seen. Castiel paused, standing near the wall as he moved his flashlight up and down the corridor. There was nothing, not the sound of a shadow slipping through the dark; not the whisper of something less than human ( Read more... )

Sora was glad that he had gotten the chance to talk to Wally, since even if he drank coffee with a ton of sugar with it, that didn't stop him from being a nice guy! Not that the two were related, but it had been kind of weird. Sora had been pleasantly surprised that the man was so friendly and optimistic even though he'd also been stuck here for a ( Read more... )

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Kick-butt pirate hunter she might be (okay, maybe not right now, but on a good day), but a researcher Morgan was not. As far as she was concerned, the biggest reason to have a library card was so you could prove your age to bartenders. So this file room (nothing else to say about it; it looked like a file room with nothing obviously ( Read more... )

[from here]Another hallway. Big surprise. Judging by what she'd seen so far plus the rest of the map, Morgan would bet good coin the hallways in this place could stretch from Melee Island to Madagascar. Why would anyone possibly need a building this big just to repress a few prisoners ( Read more... )