Night 57: M-B Block Hallway
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Some nights, he really did wish something would happen on his way to the men's room. Something big. Something spectacular. Something like an impromptu jazz band with instruments filched from the music room and patients that could actually play real music. Or perhaps he could find a phoenix down. Maybe someone could graffiti up the ( Read more... )
Some nights, he really did wish something would happen on his way to the men's room. Something big. Something spectacular. Something like an impromptu jazz band with instruments filched from the music room and patients that could actually play real music. Or perhaps he could find a phoenix down. Maybe someone could graffiti up the ( Read more... )
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Phoenix wasn't sure that he was ever going to be able to get used to the way the Institute felt at night - cold, damp, and incredibly foreboding. There was nothing good about the paths he traversed here, only imagined shadows of creatures unknown, and the chill as if he were in a crypt. And in all due honesty, he was sure without a moment of doubt that he didn't want to get used to this place - he wanted to leave with all of his friends and anyone else he could take in tow, before anything could possibly happen. So far, he had been lucky to escape every situation with all of his limbs intact, but Phoenix got the feeling that the loss was a possibility regardless of how everything had occurred so far.
I wonder if that's how Mike was injured, Phoenix mused, as he made his way through the short hall. The thought made sense - the man had seemed like a seasoned fighter, and had probable seen way worse things than Phoenix had. The defense attorney couldn't help but to linger on the thought, wondering what types of information ( ... )
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