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Ami stepped out into the wider corridor. Again, silence. It was disconcerting. Glancing around, Ami couldn't see anything threatening. Yet. She forced her fear back, determined not to let its icy claws grip her.
She walked across the hallway and into the women's bathroom.
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Not this time. She stared at the little plastic tray with its disgusting human food before kicking it clear across the room, and watching it splat against the wall. This was not how Diva was supposed to be treated now - she was everything to the Chevaliers - everything because of her blood - After a few thunderous moments of clawing, kicking, and beating the locked door, Diva had to give pause before she really had to accept it wasn't going to open under her own force. (She was weak again, but how, she was full! She was eating. She was eating so much good food, how could she be back to that time ( ... )
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Good thing he missed Uma Thurman just now, though what was in store for the hunter would probably take the cake.
With Sam's outline at the corner of his eye, Dean promptly strolled into the F block, registering a particularly lithe figure standing in close proximity. The elder brother almost yelped when he realised what it was, hopping backwards as though he'd sighted a monster and stretching an arm in front of Sam.
"Oh for- dammit," he muttered, torn between shock and frustration. While the night technically veiled most of the girl's painfully prominent stark image, his vision had adjusted itself to the lack of light, calling for an arm to shield his stunned gaze. "Sam!" He snarled, turning pointedly to his 'partner' and throwing him an exasperated look, half-glaring half-daring him to stare at Diva. "Sam where'd her clothes go?!" His growl was low and faint, but perfectly audible to the other man.
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He jerked his head to the side, one hand coming up to either shield his vision or rub his temples to ward off a suddenly-looming headache. More than likely, the gesture was meant to serve both purposes at once. "I don't know," he muttered, voice somewhat strangled. "I'm not a..." He trailed off then, as the continuation to the retort was, in fact, inaccurate. He was a psychic.
Unfortunately - or perhaps fortunately - he'd had no visions involving missing clothing.
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Still, there was work to be done, at the activities shed. Why had she thought she'd be going back to the second floor earlier? Even full of sunlight, she didn't feel fully functional.
The meeting place wasn't that far away, so Jean hurried on.
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Just a bit further and down around the house where grandmother slept. In her sights, and there would she wait with smiles to greet them and the talk of angels and imps alike. Morning would come too soon; it always did, but there was much to do. River wanted to listen to the Doctor for once. Want and need could sometimes dance together, though unfortunately no always. It might be most logical to simply take Daemon's father on tour before plunging him into the fire.
But, then again, maybe he was used to it.
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This place was much bigger then Arietta had imagined. She had seen a little bit during the day, but she had been too busy arguing with her nurse to take in much of her surroundings. Now, she was at a loss as to where to go.
It was also very dark in spots, except where others had their flashlights. Arietta didn't have one of those. That was alright, she didn't need one. There was enough light from others to see their shapes, and most people weren't exactly quiet. Hunting at night with Mommy did come in handy.
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Yup, definitely the girls' block. There was one boy and the rest were girls. Now all he had to do was find Bella outside her room. He shined his light down the first hallway with "F40" marked most prominently on the door. Nope, just a kid and an older woman. Next hall--there!
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