Nightshift 31: F31-F40 Hallway

[fyeonly]

The conversation with Arlene over dinner had left Naomi with a great deal to think about. Which was both good and bad. It kept her from thinking about Raye, and the myriad of complicated emotions that brought up. But on the other hand, her mind kept wandering to things she'd really rather not be thinking about

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[jurisfictional]

Moving around her room was tougher in a wheelchair, but Thursday managed it. She only needed to find her baseball bat and torch, at any rate - anything else would just get in the way, and she was in the habit of travelling light.

Locating it at last, she balanced the baseball bat across her legs, switched the torch on, propped it up against the bat, and wheeled out of the room.

[to here]

F33

[quickdrawbkiddo]

The alarm and announcements were taken in by Beatrix as she sat upon her bed in meditation, but she did not care much about them. This Jill woman was an unknown factor and she wasn't one of the simple-minded that needed another to rely upon. She'd managed to calm herself down by the time Maki left the room, opening one eye to watch the woman leave.

She was mildly worried that the other woman may tell Ryuga what had occurred in this room and the associated information, but she wanted to believe that Maki, as another woman, would understand the need for privacy. It was like an unspoken request and understanding, or so the Bride thought it should have been. If she ever found out that Maki had told dear, very talented Hideki Ryuga about the rape... the Bride may just to decide to treat her like a common street hooker that had seen something she shouldn't have

Re: F33

[kaerutokoro]

[From here.]

The door to F33 was a sight to behold after a mad dash, especially when one knew more work was in store for them upon entrance. Rena did not mind, of course. It was just that suddenly, it felt like the end of the night instead of the beginning.

She honestly couldn't be this worn out, could she? Perhaps the feeling was a mere case of nerves. Helping Arlene was going to be a new experience for her, after all.

With a soft inhale, the girl held up a hand and gave a sharp rap at the door.

Re: F33

[quickdrawbkiddo]

Upon hearing the knock on the door, Beatrix got to her feet and crossed to the door. Muscles coiled just in case this wasn't her ward come to her room, the Bride opened the door to find Rena. Good - the girl hadn't taken long.

"Are you ready?"

The Bride left the door open and returned to her bed, stuffing the map into her pocket and checking to make sure the long strips of sheet she'd tied about her waist was secure. She picked up the lit flashlight in one hand and the gore encrusted shard of glass. She looked at the wrapping on the 'knife' once in the light before reversing the shard in her hand.

Beatrix cast a look over at Rena, eyebrow raised, to see if she was indeed prepared.

Re: F33

[kaerutokoro]

[OOC: Sorry for the delay. I'm going to try and post as frequently as I can; by Friday afternoon, I should be ready to scene like a psycho.]

At the door's click, Rena put on her "best effort" smile, albeit it came off grim instead of enthusiastic. She was glad to see Arlene, however.

"Very ready," the girl replied with a nod. Pens lined her pockets, and she had brought her map and pillowcase. There honestly wasn't anything else Rena could do to be more prepared.

[empty_death]

Faust wanted to make certain that he had enough time to get everything done that he needed to get done before day came. He was feeling a lot steadier with the morpihne in his system, so, flashlight in hand he headed down the hallway to Mr. Richter's room. He thought it was closer than Farfarello's... But he could be wrong...

F32

[bewarethecute]

From here]

Ururu kind of wanted to head to Fai-san's room right away, but she didn't want Orihime to be by herself in case something bad came up. She knew Orihime was strong too, but she needed her power for Fai-san, so the little girl decided it was best to make sure Orihime got to M99 okay by escorting her, and fighting anything bad that might pop up.

Even a bad ghost.

Ururu walked almost to the end of the hall, stopping at the door to F32 and knocking politely. Of course she kept looking around as she waited too. Just in case.

[simpleastherain]

Orihime had really meant to leave as soon as the doors unlocked, but she realized with only a little time to spare that she might need more than her own power to take care of her two charges tonight.

Tearing up pillow cases was harder than it looked on TV. She'd managed to pull the stitches out and pick at the frayed edges until she could tear them into uneven strips but she was still running a little late. She stuffed her strips into her roommate's pillowcase and grabbed her flashlight. What else did she need? She tossed her journal into the bag with a couple of spare pens.

There was a short knock at the door. Orihime hurried over to open it, wondering if one of Tear's companions might be looking for her. "Ururu-chan! Did you want to head over together? That's a really good idea. It'll be a lot easier to kick monster butt with the two of us."

[bewarethecute]

Ururu looked up when Orhime opened the door, and nodded when the older girl spoke. She had even said Ururu had a good idea, which wasn't something she heard too often, and felt nice to hear. She'd have to make sure to tell Jinta-kun the next time she saw him.

"I thought so too. But you shouldn't fight Orihime-san. You should save your energy for Fai-san" It was almost instinctive that Ururu would reach for Orihime's bag, more than willing to carry it for the girl. "I'm still pretty strong here, so I can fight and make sure you're okay when we get to Fai-san's."

And that was that. Ururu wasn't always very stubborn. In fact, she usually wasn't very stubborn at all. But this time, she decided she could be very stubborn, because it was important.

So she held on to Orihime's pillowcase with one hand, and took her friend's other hand before leading her down the hall.

[ To here]

[demon_beast]

Argilla had been a little concerned when she'd seen Nami during the dinner. Her roommate was curled up in bed sleeping fitfully, her skin abnormally flushed and she was shivering. It was... it took Argilla a moment to recall the word. Illness. She was... ill?

But Argilla didn't know what to do for someone who was ill, even though she had that odd feeling that she should. She did brush Nami's hair away from her face in a comforting gesture that felt natural, like she'd done it a million times before.

She pulled away a little sharply, as though burned and then went to grab the pole that she'd been using as a weapon. Roland. She needed to check that Indra wasn't hunting tonight and if he was then she had to find this Hitsugaya person. She grabbed the pole that she'd ripped out of the wardrobe and stepped outside.

[To here]