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Night 59: West Wing, South Hall 2-B

Oct 30, 2011 00:05

[from here]"The morgue is at the end of this hall." It had seemed longer, in the confusion and the darkness of her first night here. The big fire doors halfway down it being open had helped as well. "Through those doors, and all the way down on the left ( Read more... )

kibitoshin, s.t., lana skye, raphael, zex, sam winchester, peter petrelli

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tasteoftruth October 30 2011, 04:35:54 UTC

If she wanted to comment on his personal life, fine. He would take the gloves off. Badd shot a glare at the back fo her head as he followed her down the dim hall.

"You're the last person who ought to be talking about trust. You put your trust in Gant and look what he did to your life. People put their trust in you as a detective and a prosecutor, and it was betrayed. Maybe you didn't want to, maybe you did it for all the right reasons, but it happened." And hadn't he done the same? He'd put a gun to the high prosecutor's back. People had generally trusted him to avoid doing that kind of thing. "Faraday's safer if he doesn't trust me, and he's got no good reason to go doing so in the first place."

fourstonewalls October 30 2011, 05:21:15 UTC

"I was wrong." She'd never expected it would feel so good to say that. "Wrong to have trusted him, wrong to have tried to hide the truth, wrong to have stopped listening. I can't give anyone their life back. All I can do is move forward." He has absolutely nothing to lose, Detective. If you can't see that, you're being willfully blind. He blamed himself for Faraday's death, that much was clear.

The door was locked; a few sharp raps with the candlestick didn't do more than flake a bit of paint off. Lana stepped back and squared her shoulders. They were tiny compared to Badd's, but every little bit helped. "Count of three?"

She counted slowly, and then, whether or not he was going to help, slammed her shoulder into the door.

tasteoftruth October 31 2011, 02:55:57 UTC

Badd sighed, and then came over to help her with the door. Skye might have passed all the police fitness requirements but he was still the stronger of the two.

The door shuddered, but didn't give. "Move forward with the same mistakes. The only harm in being paranoid is a few hurt feelings." He slammed the door again, taking his anger out on the one thing in the room he was sure wasn't an innocent person in disguise. "Hurt feelings don't get people killed."

fourstonewalls November 1 2011, 03:43:56 UTC

Thud. Thud. Crack. One of the hinges gave, and then the other. Badd wasn't the only one taking out his frustrations on rusted metal, for all he was more effective at it.

"I'm not sure it's that cut and dried. But I will, thank you." Move forward to the next hallway, at least. She pulled the door open enough to step through herself, and then hauled it open further for Badd to follow. "It's one thing to avoid sparing someone's feelings."

And another to lash out just because you're afraid.

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toxicspiderman November 7 2011, 23:50:31 UTC

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No one had made it up yet. The door was still tightly locked, though one at the end of the hall was hanging ten off a quarter inch of hinge.

"Do something useful with all that energy, man. Kick this thing loose. It'll move, if you hit it hard enough. I promise." The fact that the doors and walls were the instant coffee edition -- fresh every morning, still shitty as ever -- could wait too. There'd be plenty of time to pace the hall once they got down it.

wantsyourzex November 8 2011, 01:21:52 UTC

At least one human was polite enough to tell him his name. The other still seemed somewhat on edge, but at least was showing some interest in him.

"Hee! Hee! Hee! No, no, I'm not human." Even after all this time, it felt strange to him to think that wasn't obvious. He was so used to humans being horrified by his appearance, and he still mentally pictured himself as a VUX. Being reminded that he wasn't every now and then hadn't done much to stop that. "I'm a VUX, actually. Native to Beta Luyten... although I'm not sure how much that might mean to you." Most of the humans here hadn't achieved space travel after all. "I assume by your comment that you aren't human either?" ZEX tried to smile at him again. "It looks like we have something in common then."

But ZEX was more than happy to stand back at Taylor's directive. Better for the other human to exert himself, if he so chose... ZEX was going to reserve his energy.

meanandgreen November 8 2011, 05:16:45 UTC

"Yeah," Raph muttered, stalking off toward the door. He was more than happy for something to hit, even if it was another damn door. "Great."

All that meant was his brothers were definitely human right now. There was no way in hell he'd be able to pick them out of a crowd, especially if they were trying to blend in. His best bet was to find them in the torture chambers, bad as that sounded. But at least it's nothing they haven't dealt with before. If he didn't find them, he'd tear this place apart if he had to. He wasn't gonna give up.

Consciously having to find his center of balance was annoying, but it worked. One powerful kick later, the door splintered off the latch without a hitch. Raph smirked to himself as he reached for what was left of the doorknob, almost hoping a fight was waiting in the wings on the other side of the door.

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meanandgreen November 16 2011, 05:19:10 UTC

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Vanishing into the hallway, Raph hoped the others wouldn't follow. He had to leave before he had second thoughts, before they convinced him that his brothers really weren't waiting for him somewhere in this bubblegum-flavored hell-hole. But that was a piece of information Raph wasn't gonna take lying down. Not when his brothers' lives were on the line. Not when he could still do something about it.

With S.T.'s crumpled map in hand, he darted to the end of the hall where the next door was already hanging broken off its hinges.

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toxicspiderman November 18 2011, 03:40:03 UTC

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S.T. jogged out into the hallway, the pipe clicking against the floor as he used it as a cane. Two ways Raphael could have gone. If it were S.T., he'd head back for civilization. More people, even if Raph's odds of finding his brothers were worse than finding a liquor store open on Sundays. At least in Massachusetts, where they built a city by dumping shit in the harbor but you couldn't pollute your own body without planning ahead.

Raph was an alien, which meant even if he hadn't been running on anger and terror he wasn't predictable. But he hadn't seemed like a complete idiot, and he had a map. S.T. walked back to the mouth of the main hall, and looked around. Nothing.

"You think we should try to find him?" Alone here was bad news, especially when there were more weird scuffling sounds coming from the hall than a raccoon convention on trash night. It also took having an idea of where to find him, which might be harder than summoning the altruism to look for someone who'd just told them to fuck off.

wantsyourzex November 18 2011, 05:33:08 UTC

ZEX was happy to follow Taylor out of the hallway. Already he felt better getting out of there, although he wasn't sure how much of that was a placebo effect. He could still feel the sting of his previous fresh wounds, and it wouldn't be long until he sported a new cut, no doubt ( ... )

toxicspiderman November 20 2011, 02:58:46 UTC

"He wasn't human. Had a handle on impetuous, though." S.T. blew air through his lips. "I think he's probably got as good a chance on his own as he would with us." Zex hadn't shown any freaky alien monster-zapping eyelasers or something else biologically improbable.

"If we could even catch up." He hefted his makeshift cane and winced. "Guess he's on his own. Unless he finds his brothers." Stranger things had happened.

"Guess it's just you and me. Anywhere you were trying to go before we dragged you along?" Keeping busy was the best way to stop paranoia from going from a half-decent substitute for coffee to a crippling funk.

wantsyourzex November 20 2011, 06:32:18 UTC

"Ah, that's right... I never did find out what he was. Or what his name was." ZEX sighed. "Maybe he was a Thraddash after all..." Having at least ONE person here that knew reality as he knew it would be comforting enough. "Such a shame that he had to run off like that..."

ZEX looked back to Taylor, and he waved his hands in a puzzled gesture that'd most likely be lost on him. VUX body language was so much more graceful. So many rigid bones in a human body! "Not exactly. I was more looking for company than anything in particular..." And he looked Taylor over slowly. "And I am glad I found that." With an unconscious smile.

"Apart from that though..." ZEX tried to get himself back on track. "Not entirely. Did you have any destination in mind?"

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fourstonewalls November 20 2011, 20:32:42 UTC

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"If it's my company you'd prefer to avoid, just say so." He didn't need to mince words with her. She wouldn't be insulted any more than he would be if their roles were reversed.

She softened her voice, pitching it for his ears only. "Aren't you worried about Prosecutor Faraday?" Worry would explain his gruffness as easily as it did hers, after all. They were too much alike, in some ways.