Nightshift 20: Hallway outside Waiting Room/Lobby 1

[soul_defender]

((Coming from hereOut into the unknown, as was becoming customary these busy nights, Ichigo left behind the male dorms and kept right on walking. He had even less of a coherent plan than usual tonight, no real intentions and not an ounce of focus needed to dedicate in making any. Even more dissimilar, he seemed to have lost the reckless intensity

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[perfect_meld]

((Coming from here with Brock))

Looked like Brock had a healthy sense of curiosity and an even healthier thirst for vengeance in there as well. Kasady knew that little gleam in someone's eyes when that urge to kill something was boilin' up, and Venom definitely had it. He had it bad. If Kasady ever had to stake his life on being one-hundred percent right on something, this was it. The Wash-Out had been slapped across the face somehow.

Kasady was dying to find out what happened.

The serial killer led the way, jogging through the hallway: on one side was the Sun Room and on the other was the entry room. The latter had to be freedom, if the doors were anything to go by

[blacksustenance]

((Moved here))

[class_one]

[ From here. ]

Once out into the hallway, Zack was glad to see there weren't too many people around. Maybe everyone had headed upstairs or were already further into the depths of the hospital. He tried not to be too irritated by the fact that moving faster would have been preferable. This was an easy job and there was the promise of a sword at the end of it, so what was there to be upset about?

"Just through the Sun Room and into the cafeteria, right?" he asked over his shoulder as he walked down the hallway. He was almost positive about that, but there was no harm in double checking.

[lost_metal]

Ed kept his eyes trained on the darkness behind them as much as he could, watching for any attack that might come from that direction. No sense in being overconfident and careless. He was rather relieved that this corridor seemed to be empty though. Less time to waste by getting dragged into conversations.

He nodded in reply to Zack's question. "That's where they serve the food from, so the kitchen has to be there." It made sense and he hoped that that most basic kind of obvious sense still applied during the night when nothing else did.

[class_one]

It was a quick walk to the Sun Room and the cafeteria would be just beyond that. Ed's confirmation meant that if they ended up not finding anything, neither of them would be to blame. (And maybe it would turn out that they should have listened to Adelheid, but Zack wouldn't worry about such things just yet.)

The door that led into the Sun Room was wide open. Peering in, it seemed like no one was in there. In fact, it was more or less dead silent. Zack wasn't sure if that was good or bad. Still, he wasn't one to be unsure. Shrugging, he stepped inside.

[class_one]

[ To here. ]

[soul_defender]

((Eventually heading over to here. ))

[dawning_dreams]

[ Describing the trek from here. ]

Cid had remembered to bring his flashlight this time, though he'd resolved not to turn it on and give away their location until they really fucking needed it. The small group of Gaians--a label that was ten times more useful than it had been before--traversed the halls fairly easy, and the pilot that had been appointed to lead them was relieved as all hell that the near-daily changes to the Institute's structure hadn't obstructed their path.

Still, he'd be stupid to think this would be a complete cakewalk. The sounds of other patients' slippers pitter-pattering against the tiled floor was enough to keep his nerves on end even without the fear that they might have been monsters instead. He might have accepted the place enough to try to get out of it, but he was only familiar with it to a point. The whole situation was still alien, so fucking alien.

He finally stopped, eyeing the choices ahead of them.

"Three doors." He deadpanned, quick to remember the other time he and Vincent had been forced to

[bigshotbarret]

As Barret followed closely behind their appointed leader, he attempted to make a mental note of their direction, lest for some reason they had to retreat. Retreating was not something the large man valued doing, since his conscious mind was beginning to come alive with reasons why he should be angry. Often times, his anger was an aid to a battle which he strongly felt they were bound to encounter. Yet once unleased, it was a struggle to place it back in it's proverbial cage. More than not, it was a struggle that was lost, and the rage ran on until it exhausted itself

[reduxvalentine]

What? He was many things, but a major decision-maker was not one of them. At least this one was relatively obvious, though. Splitting up here, when the intercom had already called people in for Counseling and god knew what else roamed the overly-dark halls, was a very bad idea.

Vincent shrugged and turned the knob one of the double-doors, surprised that it swung open easily. Had he been wrong?

Stepping gingerly inside the room, faint moonlight streaming through the windows, he readied the large key.

[dawning_dreams]

[ To here. ]

[stray_shinigami]

Renji stayed in the lead, making sure that Nowe and Sora were sticking with him...

(just passing through to here)