Night 58: Main Hallway, 1-West
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Sesshoumaru had not been in the building for nearly long enough to really know it, and his knowledge had not been expanded yesterday as it might otherwise have been, because of the poisons that had been fed into his system - poisons that somehow worked, which had been a disconcerting and unpleasant experience. In the end, though, all ( Read more... )
Sesshoumaru had not been in the building for nearly long enough to really know it, and his knowledge had not been expanded yesterday as it might otherwise have been, because of the poisons that had been fed into his system - poisons that somehow worked, which had been a disconcerting and unpleasant experience. In the end, though, all ( Read more... )
There were fewer people than he'd expected in the main hall--but then again, Indy considered, they'd probably already made their ways to where they were going. How long had he been out? It wasn't the same night, surely. Was it the next night? A week later? It couldn't've been too long, since he at least recognized most of the faces as ones he'd seen before, but he still didn't see anyone else he knew.
He pulled on the second knot at the shoulder of his toga, making sure it was secure. He didn't have much farther to go; better not lose his clothes (such as they were) now.
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Clearly, not to go out into it. A conclusion that yours truly had been smart enough to stick by until he...wasn't. It was just, he'd thought about what Venom had said, right, and Venom wasn't wrong, he couldn't stay in his room forever. Or, maybe that wasn't the best way to put it since even if he'd tried his absolute damnedest, he'd, you know, obviously die of old age at least, and someone would obviously...move the body...
Anyway, the other smart thing was to make use of the buddy system, which Harry also wasn't doing. Yet. He was gonna, all right? He had to find someone first. There wasn't exactly a, a goddamn signup sheet posted on the bulletin board, like, hey, if you need someone to die a bloody death with you, please put down your name and room number here ( ... )
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The voice was unfamiliar. He could have kept walking, but he heard the sound of footsteps closing in behind him and he certainly wasn't in any shape to outrun them. Might as well see what the guy wanted.
Indy turned (slowly, taking it easy) and saw a man a few years younger and a few inches shorter than himself, with a face that looked vaguely familiar (someone who'd been here a while? No one he remembered having seen recently, though). The only thing he was carrying that Indy could see was a flashlight, which suggested that he was a newer patient, but that was about all Indy could tell at a glance.
"Yeah?" he asked, waiting patiently for the punchline.
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Wow.
Okay.
Wow.
Fuck. No way. No-
Holy Jesus, he was tripping out. They'd put some weird shit in the food and now he was tripping out and maybe it was because he missed L.A., you know, what with the stars and the failed actresses and the girls with fake tits and...dead bodies, too, but that was just that one Christmas.
Harry scrubbed at his eyes, but when he opened them again, he was still looking at-
Yeah. Still looking at him. So there he was, staring for a good five minutes because, seriously, what the hell were you supposed to say? His brain ran through everything from are you a clone? to can you sign my flashlight? and he could hear Perry calling him a dumbass for each one.
He swallowed. Easiest solution: act like nothing was wrong.
(Did he say easy? Sorry, he meant ridiculously hard"Um. You were..." He gestured feebly. "I thought maybe you could use a hand, you look like you've had a rough night. Which, I mean, seeing how it barely started, like, ten minutes ( ... )
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Okay, this was absolutely goddamn crazy. Which, as it turned out, was something of an advantage, actually, because his brain decided to work out a logic that wasn't really logical at all, but let him accept that this was happening, so that was, you know. All that mattered. Do not ask him how he managed, he just did.
(Harrison Ford's whacked out younger twin who thought he was fucking Indiana Jones, what the hell. Well, not literally fucking, 'cause that would be...well, maybe, but-that came out wrong, anyway ( ... )
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He was probably wrong. Re: the medical wing thing...bit. He didn't know how long (Indiana? Dr. Jones? Jesus, flip a coin for him, would you) had been around, but Harry was new and when you were the new kid, you pretty much assumed that everyone else knew more than you did.
"No, I don't mind," he said, and started walking. "I've sort of been opting out of this whole nighttime excursions deal, so I thought, you know, had to start sometime." He paused and shined his flashlight down towards one end of the hall. Man, what was with the Silent Hill vibe. You'd think if they could afford to kidnap a couple hundred people, they could afford to keep the damn building lit overnight. Screw that Earth Day shit, there were ( ... )
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