Nightshift 29: M31-M40 Hallway
Another unexciting dinner led into to another shot at busting out of the institution as Nightshift rolled around. Of course, Jack had other plans to attend to first. He had been rather interested in crashing paying a visit to M98 after the bulletin promised "cigarettes, booze, and sandwiches". The "manflesh" he could do without, but even if he wasn
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Sitting on his bed he used that annoying time to mull over the events of the day. He stopped that short after a few seconds, not really wanting too.
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He glanced behind him once or twice, noting the loud, clumsy travels of one Allen Walker behind him. Probably the peon was headed to the same area, perhaps even the same room--Aidou, had, as a matter of fact, decided to make Hitsugaya Toshiro's room his second stop of the night. Thievery could be an elegant art, assuming it was done for a good cause.
And most of Aidou's causes were noble to a degree, after all.
There would probably be dawdlers, but so long as it was relatively early, he was confident he could collect his unwanted charge, relieve one of the Arts and Crafts teams of a map undetected, and use the remainder of the night in pursuit of some answers on the second floor.
Passing noiselessly into the first hall of the cell block, he bypassed the others and singled in on M37. Looked like Kyon hadn't tried to run after all. With one hand adjusting his tie, Aidou pulled open the door, not even really bothering to look. "Let's go."
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Now that sudden abrupt command made Kyon narrow his eyes. What was that? "I thought you wanted to 'discuss' with me."
He also didn't like what the other was wearing. Where did he get that, anyways? Did he raid an office somewhere? All the while he thought this with 'How the hell am I even getting a clear view of this in a pitch black room?'
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It was time to get serious about this sort of garbage, and the flat expression in his eyes was proof enough of his resolve. He could gratefully admit, he looked so much more grave wearing somewhat regal attire--though, in the end, affects like that matter little. There levels of power were far, far different, and it wouldn't ever be in Kyon's interest to test that, Aidou was sure.
Stepping back into the hallway, a clear gesture to follow, the vampire continued: "Perhaps I should rephrase--I meant that you're going to tell me everything. How long you've been here, how long you've been like that, everything. Especially how it happened."
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Wesker, hopefully, would still have a reasonable virus count in his blood. After grabbing his knife, exacto knife, and reluctantly pocketing both the flashlight and radio, Wesker set out.
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Having made quick time, Sai was already at Usopp's door. Hoping the pirate wouldn't be too thrown off by the outfit, the t-shirt-belt and trowels should help, the ninja knocked smartly on the door. He'd have to announce to his friend that he didn't plan on staying in the room tonight, though he still wanted to gather materials. Hopefully the other young man would understand.
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Which was why he had absolutely no excuse for opening the door, seeing Sai in that outfit, letting out an extremely audible squeak and closing the door shut again.
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He thought of asking if the other man wanted him to change out of his current outfit but, truth be told, he didn't really want to.
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"Hi! Sai! Nice night! Weird intercom message. I guess you got your outfit back too, huh? Ha ha, yeah, I did too, see?" He stepped out into the hallway, hands on his hips as though either showing off his outfit or his sheer manly lack of terror. "Listen, um, about tonight..." This might get awkward. "Some of my crewmates were going downstairs, or going to try to. I don't know if I'm going with them or not yet, but I need to talk to Luffy first."
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Perhaps this was how Tenpou felt every time Kenren managed to get his ass kicked and reprimanded. How he'd felt when Kenren had been thrown into prison and come back bloody and broken.
Damn. It was all coming back to him tonight.
"Bastard," Kenren muttered as he stepped outside his room. "You've always had me wrapped right around your finger."
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Soubi paused before knocking lightly on the door and opening it. He peered round to Ritsuka, face blank, eye cast down and said, "Your orders?". He didn't step any further into the room.
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With his food finished, Ritsuka emptied the backpack out of the supplies they'd gathered the night before, hiding them away in his desk drawers and stuffing them under his bed. He needed a plan for tonight. He didn't know where Miku and Alfons were, but he wanted to see them. As he emptied out his pockets, he found the cookies and sighed. He needed to know more about Jordan, as well.
Slipping his coat on, he turned as the door opened and saw Soubi hanging outside. Why the hell was he so downcast? Did something happen to him? "Orders? Don't be an idiot - just come in already."
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He hadn't bought the abandoned back pack. That was silly of him. But then he'd hoped, in a way, that they would finally spend time alone together. Although being torn to bits by animals, as punishment Ritsuka was unwilling to give, was strangely appealing. He'd almost starved himself today as self-punishment, but realised by dinner time that he'd need strength to look after Ritsuka. Life wasn't fair.
Soubi lingered about, inside the room but close to the door still.
He wanted to tell Ritsuka they ought to stay in. He wanted to express his wish that Ritsuka would take it easy, that he show Soubi where he was hurting... But he had to stop demanding so much.
"If-" Soubi paused. He needed the right words. As a Fighter, he should already know them. "You've been injured today," he eventually said, giving up slightly.
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