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Night 53: Main Hallway 2-West

Dec 14, 2010 15:50

[From here.]Well... here he was. Ludwig's flashlight played along the empty hallway, and for the first time, he truly felt like he was alone in this place. Up on the second floor, he couldn't even hear the constant hum of activity and movement on the lower floor. In a way, it made sense, given how much distance he'd put between them. But on the ( Read more... )

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you_miss_it December 15 2010, 01:16:13 UTC

[From here.]

John didn't have any idea of what to expect and it left him more than a bit on edge. It had grown quieter the further he got from the busier corridors, and by the time he was near the top of the stairs the soft scuff of his shoes sounded thunderous in the silence. Surely if there were any monsters lurking in the darkness John wouldn't have to do any exploring to find them -- they'd have found him.

How ridiculous. Now John was even thinking as though he believed all the craziness other patients had to say about the place. He paused to remind himself that he didn't believe in ghost stories -- even if this place did have the air of a haunted house. But whether it was ridiculous or not, John carried himself warily and kept his eyes open. There was no harm in being ready for anything he might come across. He rushed up the last few steps and on to the first floor landing ( ... )

neuepolitik December 15 2010, 18:54:17 UTC

Had it not been so intensely quiet, Ludwig might not have heard the other man coming up the stairs. However, whereas the previous person had walked right past him- understandably so, he looked like he was going somewhere in particular- the second man actually stopped to speak with him. Ludwig turned to look at him, considering his nerves. No surprise there- it wasn't exactly easy to talk with people out of the blue, especially given the circumstance.

And who knew? Maybe moving in a small group might work, when going with other nations had not. At the least, he was now of the opinion that traveling on his own was not as good an idea as he had originally anticipated. Yes, perhaps an ally would be for the best. "Hello," he gravely intoned, though after a moment's pause, he nodded. Perhaps this person could help him with his own conundrum. "I'm Ludwig. Are you going anywhere in particular?"

you_miss_it December 15 2010, 21:54:33 UTC

"I'm John."

He offered a hand to shake (because he was British, after all, and manners came first even in the strangest situations), glancing uncertainly around the darkened corridor before answering. Whatever might be up here, John was determined to have a look around -- he just wasn't entirely sure where to start.

"I'm not heading anywhere, no. Just seeing what's up here."

neuepolitik December 15 2010, 22:50:36 UTC

It was odd to hear an English accent here, but at the same time, Ludwig had to say that England would have to be happy to have someone like this here. John was alert, and oddly polite given the circumstance. Unfortunately for him, he clearly hadn't gotten the memo about Germans and their handshakes. Ludwig accepted the handshake, subjected John to a bone-crushingly firm greeting before Ludwig turned away.

As for the statement? Ludwig nodded. Fair enough. While he wasn't going to be able to help Ludwig determine where he was going to go, they were in the same predicament. And in that regard, they could very well work together. "Likewise. Would you mind some company, then? If we get attacked then we'll be in a stronger position."

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near decontamination/stairs-ish area roughly, aka out of the way of MU rescuers. :3 saviored December 15 2010, 07:41:00 UTC

[from here.]

If there was really that large amount of blood just up ahead, Damon would've normally known at this point because he would've been able to smell it. He wondered if he could even now; he was still more sensitive to blood than he was to anything else. Only natural. But he knew it didn't come close to his usual ability to track something for miles.

So he would have to actually go take a look. This was all very inefficient.

He kept on walking, not pausing for anything, letting his thoughts flick through his mind as they came and went without lingering over any matter in particular. Whether Stefan had managed to catch his long overdue dinner yet, if maybe Elena was killing time by writing in her diary, if this was seriously how he was spending his night instead of having a drink and something pretty and young to occupy the hours until morning ( ... )

damned_monsters December 15 2010, 08:34:24 UTC

However, when it came to a place like Landel's, something seemed to pop out right when the boredom was setting in and the patients were feeling safe. For that reason, a noise started from far off, the sort of thing that could have easily been mistaken for a group of patients talking amongst themselves in whispers.

It would have been easy to ignore if the source hadn't come closer, and if the noise hadn't changed from vague speech into a more unintelligible sort of gibberish; the sort of sound that mindless creatures would make.

Necrits were pretty low on the ladder when it came to intelligence, but that didn't make them any less of a threat. As small as they were, it only allowed them to cover more ground with their clawed feet. More than that, they knew to hunt in a pack, and three pairs of yellowed eyes poked out from the darkness as they moved toward the lone patient.

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saviored December 18 2010, 08:29:24 UTC

The whispering noises had him hesitate for the briefest second, if only because Damon still hadn't gotten used to hearing whispers in the first place, not from this close by. At this distance, he should've been getting whole conversations.

But oh, right. He was as good as human now. However could he forget.

His eyes narrowed as he peered over his shoulder. The problem with having heightened instincts but decidedly less-than-ideal senses was that it was pretty much impossible to sort out what was a threat and what was the result of him being unable to hear a damn thing. But it became fairly clear, another second or two in, that this was the former.

Well. Or not. More like...just something extremely...no, really. What the hell were those. They looked like creepy gnome props that fell off of a set of a horror movie from the eighties and then melted in a fireplace. Silent Hill, Bella had told him. Apparently. He'd have been figuring out how something like this even existed, except now was maybe not the best time because they were ( ... )

damned_monsters December 18 2010, 09:22:58 UTC

Still, the man hadn't moved fast enough, as the necrits, small as they were, happened to be rather quick. Even with only two legs apiece, they could weave in and out in a pattern that almost seemed intelligent. Either way, they knew how to attack as a group, circling around their prey as they prepared to attack.

When it came to the point that they were ready to go in for a kill, they did it with a certain rhythm. One would sweep in first, slashing with a claw or biting with its fanged mouth. Just as it was drawing away, another would come from the opposite side, repeating the process.

It was a slow method, but it was also consistent -- meant to slowly tire down and bring down the target.

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swornandbroken December 15 2010, 19:55:27 UTC

[from here]

More people, and Mello scowled and clicked his flashlight on. Tried to haul a breath past the tightness in his chest that wasn't solely from exertion he was no longer used to. Just fellow prisoners; no sounds from that hallway that he could hear yet, no orderlies bustling knocked-out victims along. Watson, or whatever his name really was, and a tall blond man. And a vague rustling off behind him, which he glanced back towards, and dismissed as not his problem.

There was still only one door into each of the torture rooms.

Which you know they don't use, or someone would've caught them at it by now. When are you going to accept reality, and accept that you can't change it?

Not tonight, he answered the bugs (it had to be the bugs), and stalked towards the hall that would take him back to one of the last places he wanted to go.

toxicspiderman December 18 2010, 04:54:22 UTC

[from here]

The stairway was free of overly-chatty doppelgangers, and with a quick glance in both directions that would make a kindergarten traffic cop proud, S.T. jogged across the hall.

He didn't come close to running over the guy who had just finished doing the same thing, although he wasn't paying any attention to the niceties. Mello. Stalking along like he could have the shoulders of a linebacker by emphasis alone. A death march, sans coffin. Shit. Either he'd cracked completely or the guy had a buddy down the hall. S.T. slid against the wall, passing him like a Yugo outpacing a Volvo. Then he stepped in front of him and turned around, flashlight searchlighting past Mello's face.

"Wait up. Peter was on my case for scouting solo, so I'm dragging you with me. Capiche?"

swornandbroken December 18 2010, 05:27:46 UTC

Mello flinched away from the sudden light, then pretended for all he was worth that he hadn't, fixing the guy in his path with a glare.

S.T., paragon of non-violence, but not dumb, and useful in a pinch, and carrying what looked like supplies. Mello knew he'd done this before. The benefits outweighed the liabilities by a lot. "Fine, just don't slow me down."

He didn't wait for an answer; he stepped around S.T. and hung a right.

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hes_deadjim December 17 2010, 11:07:12 UTC

[from here]

Spock said nothing, which was surprising because when wasn't this particular Vulcan chattier than a grandmother at times. It suited him just fine anyway. McCoy wasn't in a mood to deal with Spock outside of work at the moment. He also didn't trust himself to talk too much either, because right now he was raring to have a go at Spock and give him a piece of his mind. If they kept it strickly business, maybe they could at least get something done without fighting like a pair of cats.

They reached the top of the stairs in silence. The doctor stopped. He might be angry with Spock, annoyed as hell and a part of him was unnerved that he was close in the first place, but that didn't mean he was going to forget every bit of common sense. He let the flashlight roam, checking the hallways first.

dual_worlds December 18 2010, 05:54:30 UTC

Spock's gaze lingered on McCoy for a moment, but as soon as he saw that the doctor retained enough common sense to check the area for immediate dangers, the Vulcan turned and followed suit. From what he could tell, there was a slight commotion further down the hallway, to their east. Seeing how they intended to explore the opposite wing, however, there was no reason for them to become involved right then.

"I suggest we return to the autopsy room tonight," he finally spoke as his light shined onto the path ahead of them. There did not appear to be any obstacles, though Spock was well aware of how quickly that could change. "We may find other areas that contain valuable information."

Furthermore, as they had obtained a fair amount of supplies last night, Spock was interested in seeing how quickly they'd replaced what was taken, or if the cabinets looked the same as they had left them before.

hes_deadjim December 18 2010, 07:21:40 UTC

That had been the plan, hadn't it? At least he thought so. 'Continue investigation of the second floor' and they hadn't finished that wing. Now why Spock was taking the time to ask him when they both knew their orders was puzzling. Spock knew his duty. He also didn't make it a habit to check on whether the crew was with him or not, he just went ahead and did his job.

So what was this? An attempt to patch things over? When did Spock ever go out of his way to do that? And some going against the grain here wouldn't make him forget last night anyway.

"Fine with me," McCoy replied. Not that it mattered, he wasn't the CO here. Maybe Spock needed to hear it, but McCoy was going to follow both his and Jim's orders to check the area out even if for some reason he didn't want to.

dual_worlds December 18 2010, 10:12:19 UTC

McCoy seemed somewhat more calm in addressing him this time than when they'd first met on the first floor. Although Spock was uncertain as to what was causing the doctor's seemingly erratic behavior, he decided to continue observing him for the time being. It was possible that it was Landel's doing somehow, yet he knew he would need to understand what the issue was, exactly, before he brought it to the man's attention.

Regardless, McCoy understood and accepted what they were going to be doing tonight. Spock gave a brief nod and led the way into the next hall.

((To here.))

bitpartgod December 18 2010, 19:26:04 UTC

[from here]And up the stairs, as quickly as possible. Ahh, Kibitoshin hated those stairs! They weren't so bad during the day, when there were lots of patients around and the lights were on, but in the dark, even with a flashlight, they only seemed to exacerbate that horrible feeling he had here that something was creeping up on him, slowly closing the distance between its jaws and his neck ( ... )