Nightshift 29: M71-M80 Hallway

[g_resolution]

After that, most entertaining conversation, William gathered his notebook, a pen and his flashlight before setting off into the dark hall. He had to be quick about this, or else his idiot roommate might end up insisting on tagging along. And William had the idea that Armand didn't have the stomach for science

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[beloved_less]

The locks clicked and Soubi sat up swiftly. For all the movement, there was something very lifeless about him tonight. He reached out for his torch, lighter and cigarettes before standing and heading towards the door. In no social mood, he stepped out without a look or word to his roommate.

[To here]

[black_ageha]

A sinister voice spoke from the shadows.

'Everyone dies in the end.'

Lies.

If death had come to him as it should have, he would not be breathing still. He would not rise to walk the halls with aimless feet that wandered to and fro in listlessness. And he would not have this endless thirst for things that he'd left behind long ago.

Peaceful death only came to those who deserved it. And so it was that Kikyo would wake once more to the darkened chambers of his midnight horror to face the new delights the asylum had to offer.

[ to here ]

outside M72

[misterprince]

[from here]

The chef paused in front of Zoro's door in order to take a nice long drag from his cigarette. He'd probably need it before leading this oaf around. Exhaling, he then pounded just twice on the door, hard. "Oi!" he called out. "Get out here, Marimo! We've got places to go, crewmates to meet."

That over with, he stood and waited the likely two seconds it would take for the swordsman to appear and glare at him.

[i_promised]

Night found Zoro standing in front of his closet, surveying the clothes inside. Behind him sat the picture, face down on his desk and with the energy drink planted bitterly on top of it.

He’d found his clothes, which was good-- today felt just like one of Grand Line’s storms: good things, bad things, good things again. If Zoro believed in a god he would have placed blame on the bastard-- and took to wearing his haramaki over the grey shirt he already had on. The earrings came next, comfortable and cold, and he slipped on his boots almost as an after thought.

Just in time. Sanji’s voice filtered through the door annoying as ever and Zoro worked to keep a disinterested expression on his face as he exited the room. Why’d Nami have to send the bastard cook anyway? It wasn’t like the kitchen was too hard to find. He wouldn’t have gotten lost. Maybe

[misterprince]

"And you found your clothes." Sanji had a brow raised also, but it was the one hidden beneath his hair so it was harder to tell. It was mostly Zoro's clothes anyway, though he seemed to have adopted the Usopp method of only wearing part of it.

He needed to figure out how to get the boots from him somehow.

"And yes!" he went on, far more cheerfully. "From my visitor. A man who looked like Gin but called himself Gary. Nice guy, even though he may have been trying to confuse me." It was far too difficult to dislike him after being given his addiction of choice. And he was in too much of a good mood still to do much else besides motion the swordsman to follow after him.

"We're meeting in the kitchen, right? Barring any more ninjas it shouldn't be too difficult."

[i_promised]

"Yeah. No swords, though." Zoro frowned a little, looking at Sanji. "You haven't found yours? Mine were in the closet, like Usopp's."

Now that he noticed the chef's clothes, his thoughts went down the same road as Sanji's did. Maybe he should lend his shoes to the other pirate; not having them wouldn't be much of a handicap for a swordsman and if Sanji's fighting power increased because of it then so much the better for their crew...

"You got a visitor too?" He asked, not sounding particularly surprised but still feeling a little apprehensive inside. His own experience certainly wasn't as pleasant as Sanji's own sounded, though Zoro did take a moment to try and remember who Gin was. If he remembered correctly, he was that weak looking pirate back at the Baratie, the one whose crew had been decimated by Mihawk. Didn't seem like anyone important.

Trying not to look like he actually was following Sanji, Zoro shrugged at the question. "Yeah, I guess. Nami mentioned a colored tile though so we'll have to check it out when we get there

Inside M77

[ditched_again]

The old smell of food was what initially woke the sword up, and he bolted right up from the mattress moments afterwards when he realised that he’d lost consciousness. That had never happened before, and the wave of dizziness that swept throughout his head was not only disorientated, but downright annoying as well.

Clutching one hand against his temple, he attempted to fight back the weakness within him as his amber eyes rolled over the room. It wasn’t until they stopped on the sight of Ryuga that the memories of this place came rushing back. Ah yes, he was rather trapped in some strange building where the humans lock up their ‘mentally unwell’. ’Typical of those useless fleshbags.’ Snorting softly, he scowled rather deeply at his thoughts.

“I see that you’re still confined to that wheeled chair of yours.” He said instead of muttering what was on his mind.

Re: Inside M77

[ditched_again]

Swinging his short legs off the edge of the bed as he shuffled himself over, he’d managed to catch sight of some peculiar object being pressed down to the inside of this human’s sweater. A rather odd task to undertake, but if it kept Ryuga entertained, then he would hardly ruin his fun.

“Radio? And what in blazes is so special about them that they must be taken?” He irritably asked. Even though he was trapped in this useless bag of flesh it didn’t give this Ryuga the right to give him any sort of advice.

“I apologise - the day has been hardly enjoyable thus far and has made me irritable.” Scowling at his thoughts, he crossed his arms over his chest as he muttered grumpily. “What little I did see of the stars, I found they were not mine. Before too long however, the stars were overshadowed by an ominous red moon. I did not linger outside long enough to discover the reason behind such an event.”

[rabbitprince314]

Like surfacing through deep water, flickers of light, sounds of slow motions, Kougaiji stirred slowly, eyes cracking open just a bit, a groan slipping out between his lips as he rolled onto his side. He had slept for long and it was dark again when he opened his eyes. Hand coming to up rub over his eyes, he frowned and tried to locate himself

[i_slay_giants]

[From here]

Jack entered the hallway and was delighted to find Kougaiji. So his luck WAS holding out! He seemed oblivious to Kou's obviously tired form. "Kou! I thought you'd be around here! How've ya been?"

As an afterthought, he motioned to the short man who accompanied him. "This little guy is Mark. Have you met?"

[small_fortune]

"Some," Mark answered to 'John's question about fights, deliberately vague. Killer was quiet in the back of his mind and that was decidedly for the best, at least right now.

"Hello." Mark greeted the man in the room briefly, while looking him over. He didn't look very likely to be easy to enthuse about exploring...

[rabbitprince314]

"John?" Kougaiji blinked slowly, trying to gather his wits about him. He yawned again, but this time hid it behind his hand; the prince had some manners after all.

"Uh.." when urged, he moved his attention to the small man trailing after John and shook his head a bit, letting his gaze rest on Mark. "No, we haven't met. Hello, Mark. I'm Kougaiji."