Night 57: M-A Block Hallway

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[from here]He slipped silently down the hallway, flashlight (turned off) in hand, as he couldn't fit it into a pocket with both the bulky radio as well as the gun. A hassle, but bearable. Having a portable source of light handy with him while wandering dark corridors was actually rather helpful, even if normally, Vino wouldn't have bothered with it

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[From here.]

With a specific place he wished to go, Castiel felt even further that need to be able to move freely once more. Getting that ability back -- to some extent -- for that one night had simply put salt in the wound. The medical wing was on the ground floor, the man had said. It was clearly not on this end, nor where the field or the front door were located. That only left one direction on this level.

It didn't seem like it would be a long walk, but that didn't make him feel any better about the fact that he was moving at the same pace as a human. Perhaps it was egotistical of him to be so bothered by it, but he was certain that Gabriel felt the same way.

As quickly as he could, Castiel exited the block.

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[dork_at_duty]

[From here]

Within a minute, Meekins had reached the small junction where he had run into Mr. Gant last night. No sign of the Chief of Police, but there was a dark-haired man older than him, and a blond youthful-looking man, standing around in here. Meekins didn't recognize them, and besides, Neku said to meet him at the stairs, and there were no stairs here. So, neither of these men could be Neku.

Rather proud of his own deductive skills, Meekins headed through the door to his left.

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[From here and waiting for LOST!Claire]

So far so good -- no vamps, werewolves or freakshow came screaming for his blood yet, so Dean figured that was off to a decent start.

From what he'd seen, the attacks didn't seem to happen this close to the patient blocks. Didn't mean he didn't play it safe out of habit. He stopped, listened, and made sure to keep a sharp eye out even though the only shadows he saw were that of other patients heading off in different directions. The more he thought about it, the more he thought this place was probably Dad's worst hunter nightmare. Civvies running off left, right and center and you couldn't even say it was like herding cats at this point. He wondered if anyone was actually participating in that Medwing thing. Like, willingly.

He would've liked to say no, but this was human beings here. They were capable of all sorts of crazy all on their own.

Dean kept his flashlight up, other hand resting on his bowie's hilt as he waited for Claire.

[savagesolitude]

[From here.]The men's hall hardly looked a bit different from the women's. If Claire hadn't known better she would say she hadn't moved at all. But Dean was there, waiting for her and looking exactly as detailed and human as he had in the daylight. She strode forward with caution, flicking her light into the corners around him. She had no control over what she might see at night, that much she knew for certain

[theroadsofar]

Okay, so that? Dean swore she sized him up before she got within striking range. Almost as if she was making sure he was, y’know, human

[savagesolitude]

His smile could have blinded. Irrelevant as it may be, Claire couldn't help thinking about how many girls he must have had falling all over him in high school. How many he had falling for him now. It was a little strange to see a face like that outside of a cinema screen.

Seeing Charlie-Chace today had eliminated any chance of her being charmed by it, but she was still giggling when he thanked her. That had more to do with his boyish enthusiasm.

"No worries." She gave a friendly shrug and set to resetting the clasps on the bag. The next subject was a sombre one, though. Confusing too, in light of the visit today. She fumbled the answer. "Yeah. Um. There was, uh. Plane crash. Awful. Really awful." Teeth nearly locked together with the admission. Awful was an understatement. "Been stuck on an island ever since, so I can't stand anything much sweeter than a mango these days. Salt's really strange now, too."

[herr_inspektor]

[from here]

What was it they were progressing towards? That had been one of the key questions for the entirety of his stay here, and the one that had pressed at him the most insistently since the coup. Aguilar had been dropping hints here and there since he'd begun to speak publically, and his choice in words and options was as telling tonight as it ever had been. Perhaps more so.

The longer you last, the more valuable you are to me and my men: that was the crux of the matter, he guessed. Where did the value come from? Was there some unseen influence working on the patients here, gradually changing them? Lunge hadn't seen any obvious differences in himself, and he hadn't seen any reported on the bulletin board, but there was the chance that it was only obvious to those in control. Or maybe it was a matter of toughness- survival of the fittest in its rawest form. The longer you last, the more you can take, the more we want you.

It also fit in with the second part, related to the amount of pins that you hold, if the pins were to be

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[From here.]

There was Lunge, waiting already, just at the end of the corridor.

As L approached, he said, "Change of plans?

"I'm not saying I want to participate in Aguilar's test. That would be idiotic. However, given that we have no way of knowing whether or not that area will be open again after tonight, it might be worth taking a look around."

[herr_inspektor]

Flexible as ever. They couldn't possibly forgo the opportunity to look around tonight. Lunge smiled without humour and nodded, clicking his flashlight back on in preparation for the journey. It wasn't far to the theorised location of the medical wing.

Expecting L to fall in step with him as always- or the other way around, depending on who moved first, there was still no real sense of one leading and the other following in any consistent sense- he began to make his way out of the hallway. "Of course. There are other ways to get a weapon here- my roommate has one- and the pin system is frankly distracting. It's fairly obvious that whatever he's left there isn't going to be useful from anything but an observational point of view."

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[From here.]

Slick as a shadow, Facilier strolled his way down the row of rooms, keeping close to the wall with his flashlight pointed downwards to hide his features. His living Shadow kept close behind, imitating it's master perfectly, there were too many patients around who could get spooked by its unnatural movements, and Facilier wasn't planning on causing a fuss tonight.

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