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NIGHT 53: WEST WING, NORTH HALL 1-A

Dec 12, 2010 23:47

[ from here ]The doors to the next hallway were already wide open when she came through, though the ones at the far end of the hall were, as she could see from one brief flick of her flashlight, were tightly shut. Weren't those the doors to the recreational field? They were in the hall directly North of hers, it only made sense for this to be the ( Read more... )

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herr_inspektor December 14 2010, 20:59:37 UTC

[from here]

It felt good, Lunge realised, to step out in his own clothes again. Very good. Far better than he had anticipated. He felt less exposed, less cornered, less like the Institute was dogging his every move and crowding him in with grey. And while he realised that the effect was largely psychosomatic, and while he understood the psychology of it- having a piece of his individuality returned to him, being better equipped to project an air of authority (suit= professional, that was written into most people's minds), being less physically exposed- part of him simply didn't care. Or didn't want to care. Now that he had a suit, he was officially back to work. Thank God ( ... )

quarter_english December 18 2010, 20:11:48 UTC

[From here.]

It was annoying to travel this way, so encumbered, but given the need to have most of these items at hand, carrying them in a pillowcase wouldn't have been any better. Some night-not tonight-he'd have to find a real bag; until then, pockets left him with the least to handle. He'd have to worry about getting the flashlight and brush axe over the wall when the time came.

There was Lunge, waiting at the end of the corridor, his feet bathed in a small pool of light. Even from a distance, L could see that he had also found a surprise in his closet.

"A proper agent of the BKA, hm?" he said, by way of greeting. He didn't smile, but the lightness of his tone made it obvious both that he was joking, and that he felt well enough to joke.

herr_inspektor December 18 2010, 20:57:52 UTC

Looking out of the window in the door, the field seemed clear- 'seemed' being the operative word, but no one ever said that caution and optimism couldn't go hand in hand. So long as they were careful, there was no reason why they had to assume that they would be attacked within moments of setting foot outside. It wasn't far to the wall, anyway, and once they were over they could move in the Institute's shadow ( ... )

autophoenix December 15 2010, 04:06:02 UTC

[ back from here ]

She flashed Peter a thankful smile for his assurance of secrecy as they moved through the doors into the north hall, putting the room number issue at priority over this name game -- it wasn't like she didn't know the difference between them, it was only going to be a problem where mentioning them to others was concerned, and the potential for them to run into one another all at once. Knowing that her room number was safe was a little more important than that possibility.

"Yeah, you'd better not. Louisville slugger, remember?" It was said mostly in jest but she couldn't honestly say she wouldn't be prepared to deck him with it if Sylar decided to show up on her doorstep some night. Better not to think about that, though. She'd rather not find a need to knock around someone she'd kind of been hoping she could consider an ally. So, she kept a smile up and moved on.

"Anyway. I don't wanna force some weird nickname on you or anything, but one of you might want to start considering it. I'll leave the floor ( ... )

scarefaux December 15 2010, 06:03:16 UTC

[From here.]

The Scarecrow moved quickly, only tripping on his foot once as he crossed the third hallway. He tried to count back the days, figure out how long he'd been at the Institute, how long he'd had to adjust to his human condition, but his mind was too focused on other matters: if people had returned to the institute after their first stay, that meant there was a chance they could recover and sort themselves out again. After all, why would Wizard Landel bring them back otherwise? With the way he ran things, he was sure to be angry if someone had broken free of his spells- wicked people often felt they had to be in control of everything.

He still didn't know if Abe had been brainwashed or if he'd managed to escape. The latter seemed unlikely, given Abe's desire to help others, but if he was truly dead, then he probably couldn't be helped at all; however, those who were certainly still around and bewitched, like Dorothy, were still within reach. If only he could find his body and his brain, he could find a way out!

[And ( ... )

full_score December 15 2010, 13:36:46 UTC

((From here.))

Claude jogged at a fairly quick pace as he continued down the hall. It didn't occur to him that he probably needed to be taking it easy since he wasn't fully recovered from his own experiment. Even if he'd thought of that, though, it wouldn't have mattered. His condition didn't change the fact that he'd needed to deliver that message for Mason, nor did it change that he needed to get back to Guy as soon as possible.

Thankfully, there still weren't any monsters blocking his path. But Claude wasn't going to take that for granted. He knew how quickly things could change within the institute, especially at night.

With that thought in mind, he quickly turned and headed into the next hallway.

((To here.))

hes_deadjim December 16 2010, 04:34:23 UTC

[from here]McCoy hoped that, as he walked, he'd find a way to put it behind him just like they had. Even despite what he personally thought of it, he needed to work with Spock and be professional about it. That meant trying to get past it ( ... )

hes_deadjim December 17 2010, 06:22:49 UTC

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