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Night 54: Main Hallway, 1-West

Feb 09, 2011 14:24

[From here.]

The big connecting corridor. He may be in a rush, but this hallway deserved extra caution. What would he do if he tried to get to Stefan and ended up mauled on the way there? The first night when he'd smelled blood here, it was still a bit... haunting. It meant there was a chance of something lurking, dragon or not ( Read more... )

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its_the_mileage February 9 2011, 23:28:50 UTC

[from here]

Indy was walking normally again for the most part when he reached the main hallway, although his stubbed toe still stung. No one else was here.

As usual, he moved nearer to the wall to wait and to check his surroundings with the flashlight. Until it started flickering, at least. Indy smacked it repeatedly against his palm. The light continued to flash on and off and finally, when he stopped hitting it, to go dark altogether. He sighed the sigh of the martyr and opened it up. The batteries could be dead--or not. No way to tell. How long had it been since he'd changed them? He couldn't remember.

Whatever the answer, the flashlight was useless now. He put it back together and wedged it into the unoccupied jacket pocket. Hopefully nothing would try to eat him before someone else got here with some illumination.

unheroed February 10 2011, 06:41:56 UTC

[From here.]

Normally it was pretty easy to find Jones when they met up at night, though this time it took Harvey a bit longer because for some reason, the other man didn't have his light on. It was the hat that ended up helping him to spot him, at which point he headed right over and took a quick look around to make sure that there wasn't anyone else waiting with the man.

No, it seemed that it was just the two of them for now. No surprise there, really.

"Hey," he greeted. "How's the arm?" The question was asked somewhat tentatively, but it seemed that he couldn't completely let it go. He was sure that Jones would know why he'd made a point of asking when he wasn't one to show concern in most cases, but it didn't matter. Hopefully the other man was smart enough to not comment on it.

"And who else are we waiting on?" Asking another, more pertinent question to make sure that the subject didn't linger on burn wounds was definitely the best course of action here.

its_the_mileage February 11 2011, 00:14:38 UTC

Dent was on time, as usual. As usual, Pilgrim was late.

"All right," Indy replied, shifting the arm slightly to demonstrate its range of movement and trying not to wince. The bandages hadn't been changed since the night before; maybe the nurses were all too cowed by the soldiers to engage in actual nursing. He regretted now not having made a bigger point of bringing it up to his nurse earlier. ("His nurse"--actually, Indy realized, if she had a name, he couldn't ever having heard it.)

Dent asked his next question almost in the same breath, which was fine with Indy--he'd rather not dwell on his injuries. "Scott Pilgrim--the loud fellow from the Sun Room, one of the two who was--you remember," he explained, then added, "And someone he called 'the Ringmaster.'"

Indy shrugged to show he didn't have a clue about that one either and shifted topics again. "Hell of a day, wasn't it?"

toxicspiderman February 11 2011, 04:27:13 UTC

The main hall was doing its nightly dance-hall duty, without so much as a chaperone in sight. So much for under new management. Scott was a no-show so far, so he started checking out the wallflowers ( ... )

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forgot_it_all February 10 2011, 00:45:30 UTC

[from here]

He was one of the first to arrive in this hall it seemed - the advantage of being small and extremely close by. His flashlight was weakening, but it was enough to see where he was going, meaning he was able to see the only other person here. A tall man wearing non-Institute clothing was standing some distance away and he didn't have a flashlight on him. For a split second, Ritsuka worried that this guy could be one of the brainwashed people, but that fear was eliminated when the boy realized he was only waiting for someone.

Moving over to the wall next to the stairwell entrance, Ritsuka set his backpack down by his feet and pointed his flashlight at the ground. He didn't want to keep it on in case it drained the batteries, but turning it off also seemed like a bad idea. His tail flicked behind him and his cat ears flattened against his head as he waited, uneasy to be so out in the open with so few people around.

purpletaint February 10 2011, 06:56:47 UTC

[from here]Albedo moved into the main hall, shotgun angled down at the floor with the unlit flashlight. Torch. Whatever it was being called. He moved along the walls, looking for a swath of dark hair, though in these shadows... He approached someone who seemed correct, and clicked the flashlight on to check--still against the double barrels, pointing down. For that, the person wasn't blinded, only cast in shadows. And it was indeed the other. And by himself, so far. Albedo was glad ( ... )

forgot_it_all February 10 2011, 07:23:52 UTC

While he was waiting, Ritsuka thought he'd seen Sora going by. In the weak light, it was difficult to tell, but he was pretty certain that spiky hair couldn't belong to anyone else. He would have said hi to him, but he seemed to be in a hurry, so Ritsuka kept to himself and decided he might say hello the next day ( ... )

purpletaint February 10 2011, 08:01:40 UTC

In ways, Albedo was more innocent than most. He was losing that, it was crumbling to pieces bit by bit, but by nature, Albedo existed honestly. He had nearly beat someone to death because that had put his twin at risk. He was legitimately confused and hurt when he had been rejected for the act. It didn't make any sense. He had responded correctly in that situation, and had been treated poorly for it, in a way he couldn't understand. And so, when Ritsuka stared, Albedo remembered. No, it wasn't that he had forgot. It was only today that Ritsuka made his beliefs clear, that he couldn't condone the use of violence. But the concept was so exquisitely foreign to Albedo that it wasn't something he could actively think of ( ... )

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scintillatingly February 10 2011, 03:32:52 UTC

[From here.]

As Sora entered the hallway that connected to the stairs, he made sure to glance around for a familiar head of red or silver hair. But, as he'd guessed, he'd made it here first -- though he wasn't the very first patient here. In fact, he recognized both of the other patients who were nearby. Mr. Jones he'd only met once when he'd headed up to a supply room with Allen (another friend who was gone) a while back, but Ritsuka he'd spoken to a number of times. They'd even taken some photos together.

He made sure to wave and smile at both of them in turn, though what he noticed about Ritsuka -- even with only his flashlight to see by -- was that... there was something different about him. Were those cat ears...?

As tempted as he was to go talk to the boy and find out while he waited for his friends to show up, he knew that would only end up wasting time in the long run. He could always track Ritsuka down the following day and ask him then, so for now he settled against the wall and kept his eyes out for Riku and Kairi.

kingdomless February 10 2011, 17:30:23 UTC

(jumping to hither from ... thither?)

"Ah, sorry I'm ... late?" Kairi skidded to a stop in front of Sora after jogging the rest of the way through the hallways, surprised to see her friend standing there ... alone. She had been sure she had been late in exiting her room, but she supposed not, by the looks of it.

Oh well, at least she wasn't last! "Hi," she greeted her friend happily, setting her sword down at her feet so she could brush her hand through her hair and get it out of her eyes. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever, even though I saw you ... last night," she said with a small laugh. "How was your day? I'm glad you weren't in the cafeteria when that horrible smoke entered, by the way. But I already mentioned that."

Even though she spoke, she couldn't help it when her eyes would dart around through the darkness, looking for Riku. That same sickness was in her heart, even though she was in front of Sora. She just couldn't place it yet.

scintillatingly February 11 2011, 05:22:06 UTC

As curious as Sora was about Ritsuka, he was quickly distracted when Kairi raced over, acting like she was late. That didn't seem to be the case at all from what Sora could tell, so he quickly shook his head. "You're not late! Don't worry about it." It was a shame she'd tired herself out like that, but on the other hand, it probably counted as a good warm-up. Got her blood flowing! Stuff like that ( ... )

kingdomless February 12 2011, 05:15:16 UTC

She wasn't late? "Oh, well then. I'm glad I didn't keep you waiting," she said in a small laugh, her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. She was also glad that Sora hadn't joked about her not being first. ... Yet, anyway ( ... )

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heroesdontshave February 10 2011, 04:59:08 UTC

[from here]

Well anyway. He'd made it to that big corridor near the front of the building. He stopped once it opened up in front of him and turned his head left, then right. ...Like he could really make much of anything out that would help. Hmm.

If he remembered right, the big Bulletin Board room was down to the left. The cafeteria was through there and a bunch of little rooms with antiques and a bunch of useless other crap that wasn't exactly going to help him out right now. Alllrighty. So that's one way he knew he wasn't going. Heh, see? This was already going pretty damn well. If he just kept following his gut, he'd figure this out in no time.

'Kay, so. Snow put his hands on his hips and tried to remember what he could of the hall when it was brighter. Which way to go?

affictitious February 11 2011, 17:03:22 UTC

[From here.]

The next corridor? Relatively bat free. That was nice; he'd hate to have to personally live through Bats 2: Electric Boogaloo. Knowing it existed was already painful enough, and Gabriel got off on his vast knowledge of crappy horror movies. Next thing he was waiting for was Arachnophobia dropping from the ceiling. Maybe Jeff Daniels's dead body lying in a ditch somewhere. And not a single tear would be shed ( ... )

heroesdontshave February 13 2011, 05:11:22 UTC

While he was standing there waiting for an epiphany to hit him regarding where to go, a light shone from behind him, back the way he'd come. Not like it was anything strange, really, but Snow whipped his head to the side to glance over his shoulder at whoever was coming. For a second, he had a near heart attack thinking maybe he'd thought too soon about the whole "soldier guys disappearing" thing. Maybe they'd been following him this whole time. You know, in secret and stuff. They could be sneaky bastards when they wanted to be ( ... )

affictitious February 14 2011, 05:09:46 UTC

Unfortunately, Gabriel wasn't nearly so optimistic about the situation. If you asked him, it had just gotten a lot worse. "Yeah, nothing like a load of guys with guns to really brighten up the place." At least the nurses weren't terribly threatening. The worst they could do was shove a needle in some skin and knock you out. Bullets were kind of permanent. Gabriel's whole plan was to not die again, not to make living more of a challenge.

Of course, if he had guys around like this to be the center of attention...

As for that question? Just a smile. "Ah, you know. Little gas, nearly choked on my tears. But the good news is it cleared up my sinuses." And helped him pick out who the do-gooders were... or the proactive dicks. Either way, he didn't feel it was particularly fair he was thrown into this whole "I'm threatening you" thing with the intercom. Even if Landel was a douchebag, he had theatrics. Someone like Gabriel appreciated that. "So what're you up to during the midnight hour? Inspecting the architecture?"

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thatdemonbitch February 10 2011, 12:40:34 UTC

[ from here ]

There was a short blonde that she noticed as she cut away out of the main women's hallway that looked like she was heading the same direction as Ruby. Orienting herself by mentally mulling over the map, she decided it'd be in her best interests to follow after her. So, she did, right on outta the women's hall and into the breezeway that connected to the outside -- she knew from the roll call out on the recreational field.

They wound a right and then a quick left in the direction of the sun room. By Ruby's mental geography, that might a few quick lefts and she'd be on Sam's door step. Her flashlight skimmed the darkness, her grip on the knife tightening as she took the time while she paced down the familiar hallway to consider the intercom's message.

Project 2911. More punishment games, by the sound of it, and not exactly the kind Ruby was looking forward to being a part of. With any luck, she and Sam could manage to get off easy by hanging around his place for a chat instead of, y'know, dicking around, begging ( ... )