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Night 58: F1-F10 Hallway

Sep 07, 2011 20:37

Well, that was interesting; being moved to a new room and injected with a Mystery Drug, all in one confusing moment. 'Interesting' being a blanket term for annoying and nerve-racking and ridiculous. It was all making her start to feel very Winona Ryder a la Girl, Interrupted. That was based on a true story, right? Kind of? Ugh. Though if she were ( Read more... )

leanne, s.t., yomi, taura, elena gilbert, zack, wichita, tifa

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F6 36_24_35 September 8 2011, 03:04:22 UTC

Lightning never showed up for dinner and that left a bad taste in Tifa's mouth, the same way the gruel always did. There could have been plenty reasons for her absence, she reminded herself. For all she knew her roommate could have kicked up a stink and got herself sent to solitary, possibly all night. That didn't sound pleasant in the slightest, so Tifa tried again. Maybe she had been taken for sleep studies like Cloud's roommate ( ... )

toxicspiderman September 9 2011, 03:11:51 UTC

[from here]

Damsels in distress, two for the price of one. He didn't know which room was Tifa's, since she apparently didn't trust him enough. Was it the stubble? Maybe it was the stubble. He dropped the bag, which was beginning to smell more like heaven on a bun than death warmed over. He still didn't trust his stomach. Besides, the less he had to eat, the fewer mixed drinks indistinguishable from drain cleaner by any human senses he'd need to take a night off.

He leaned up against the wall and inhaled. Behind the burger -- dust, disinfectant. More like a dorm than a hospital. Flowers, too, because somehow you put this many women in one place and cut them off from shopping and they still managed to find perfume. A few of them had, and that was enough. At least they seemed to know the meaning of restraint and good taste. An all-out rose-vs-freesia war was the last thing this dive needed.

36_24_35 September 10 2011, 01:03:42 UTC

Eventually Tifa stuck her head out of her room and swept her flashlight over the black hallway. There was hardly any sound outside her irregular shuffling behind the door, so when her light hit another patient--a man-- Tifa almost squawked in surprise.

Of course, there was no reason to be. The brunette had been the one that made the request; she couldn't really be shocked then that he would materialize right here, like she had asked. It was probably the night. Yeah, it just put her on edge, that was all.

"Hey, sorry I kept you waiting. I was--" sitting on her ass? "--making sure I had all my bottles lined up." Stepping out of her room, she pointed to his baggage and offered, "Need any help with that?"

zack_fair September 10 2011, 01:49:20 UTC

[From here.]Honestly, what had Zack had been expecting as he started down the hallway was for it to be as empty as the area that he'd just passed through. What he wasn't ready for was to hear Tifa's voice from further down, but it was a welcome sound and he picked up his pace to go meet her ( ... )

toxicspiderman September 12 2011, 01:29:51 UTC

"Nice sword." S.T. had never been nerdy enough to learn how to use a styrofoam sword, either. Went with the general plan of not ending up fighting for his life, but that hadn't worked out so well even before getting kidnapped into the Zombie Institute for Mental Hygiene. Assault strikes on things that couldn't do anything but blow toxic waste in your face were more his speed.

Akers, flipping over backwards thirty feet under water on a jet of his own vomit. Yeah. He needed to stop dwelling on it or he was going to get so paranoid he'd end up dying of dehydration. Which wasn't the worst way to off yourself, but it took way too much time.

"I think I can carry a few bottles of juice concentrate, but knock yourself out." He hadn't brought the rest of the Boy Scout kit. Just the shopping bag and his flashlight. "There's a burger on top if you want a little padding in your stomach before we open up that rotgut."

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F1 lookslikeher September 10 2011, 00:41:32 UTC

Another day gone, and still no hope of leaving this place. At first it didn't seem like such a terrible thing, she had Stefan here, Damon, Alaric, and Rose, all people from home she knew (on some level) she could count on. It was always easier to just focus on that, rather than the fact that they were all trapped here. Not that her life before Landel's was all sunshine and candy, but it was finally really starting to sink in that she couldn't keep pretending that everything would be okay if she just gave it time ( ... )

Re: F1 see_my_back September 20 2011, 06:54:15 UTC

Sakura had been wretched company for her new roommate, but at the moment, she hardly felt like talking. Tears were gone and dried up and all that remained was duty and rules and doing right by her fallen teammate. There was a chance that his body had been taken to the morgue and even if it was only a chance, she would see to it that the body was taken care of properly, so that other clans and other people here would be able to make no use of it.

She dressed with all the usual efficiency into her old clothing from home, strapping weapons here and there and making sure they were all within easy reach. Even if it was just a trip upstairs, she knew better than to underestimate anything here anymore.

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allineeded September 10 2011, 02:15:08 UTC

All right, show time.

She'd barely been able to sit still during dinner, too agitated with thoughts of finally looking through the place without an escort. That, most of all, was what she was really looking forward to. She'd had to force herself to eat the food she'd been given (the pink gruel really hadn't tasted any better the second time around, but better not to think on that too much) instead of standing in front of the door waiting for it to unlock.

The second the doors unlocked, however, Leanne sprang to her feet, almost vibrating with nervous energy. Grabbing the flashlight she'd found under the pillow earlier, she barely spared another glance at the room before pushing the door open.

This was it.

And Leanne could do it all by herself.

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madeinthehrl September 12 2011, 06:09:01 UTC

It was some time later when Soma awoke, pushing herself instinctively onto her elbows. When had she fallen asleep? It had to have been as soon as she arrived in her room, but she couldn't recall...

More importantly, how much time had passed? She practically leapt off the bed at the thought, opening the box at her desk and pulling her possessions out of it with uncharacteristic abandon. She had just enough time to notice the sudden appearance of extra rounds in the metal box--so last night's fiasco hadn't been entirely futile--before she slammed the lid shut and rushed out the door.

madeinthehrl September 12 2011, 06:09:53 UTC

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she_is_ruin September 13 2011, 05:21:31 UTC

There had been no attacks throughout dinner and, without the probing eyes and accusing words of the prisoners, bit by bit Yomi had felt more in control. Nevertheless, she prepared for another nightshift slowly, a side of her afraid that another onslaught of memory (rain, cold, blood, heartache) would shatter her composure yet again ( ... )