Nightshift 32: F1-F10 Hallway

[transgenix]

Max slipped out of her room, already prepared and equipped for a continuation of last night's mission. Crowbar, flashlight, and radio all on her person, she paused to glance up and down her hall before turning to her right and heading to the pre-arranged meeting place where she was to wait for Thursday and Renji.

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F4

[thatdamnedninja]

Yuffie woke with violent start, blue eyes snapping open and lips parting; she was ready to start shrieking the moment she laid eyes on those freaky, wriggly, darker-than-dark things.

Instead, she found herself toppling over the edge of whatever she'd been lying on. She landed with a yelp, in a messy tangle of limbs and... blanket?

The maybe-blanket was everywhere. It was all she could see. Probably because it was covering her head, but she quickly decided that there was no way was it going to be staying there. As the Great Ninja Yuffie, she could win a fight with a maybe-blanket with both hands tied behind her back!

She struggled with it, twisting and rolling, until finally she managed to poke her head out of an opening. "Finally!" She said, after a few deep gulps of air.

It was a blanket. And it was still dark, so Yuffie found herself squinting a little, but... yeah, a blanket. The blanket she'd just conquered. But what was the blanket doing there? Hadn't she just been stuck, floating in that freaky dark-nothing-thing, with the

[meironohosoku]

Hanyuu hadn't eaten much during dinner--or rather, it was probably better to say that she hadn't eaten anything. She'd hoped that she had simply overlooked the fact that Rika had eaten lunch; it was much more difficult to tell, considering that Hanyuu now had to eat for herself too. So, she had opted to skip dinner, hoping that would make it easier to taste anything her friend ate.

Unfortunately, it had been for nothing, because Rika had apparently skipped another meal herself. Hanyuu didn't want to jump to conclusions and panic, but given everything she had witnessed throughout her years of existence, that was a difficult task...

The moment the doors unlocked, the spirit was up. She paused only long enough to grab her flashlight, before running out of the room and down the hall. She needed to get out early; early enough to catch Rika as she came out of her room. Hanyuu still didn't know what room that was, but if she waited in the same hallway as before, then surely she'd find her...

[meironohosoku]

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F3

[angels_inflight]

The talk with Sakura was very pleasant; knowing the girl was in good hands, Naminé excused herself and left her room after gathering up her things, flashlight in one hand, radio stuffed in her coat pocket along with an empty pillowcase (in case they found something interesting) and the wooden stake Alita gave her. It was good to have a weapon of sorts again, especially after she lost her steel pipe.

Hopefully, wherever Soma is, he was using it well.

As per Alita's instructions, she started to move down the hall. The night was young, so hopefully there wouldn't be any need to actually use her weapon...

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F2

[quickdrawbkiddo]

[from here]Beatrix headed down the hallway she knew Rena's room to be. She'd thought about stopping to see how Mion was doing, but decided she wouldn't waste her time. Given the oddness she'd seen from the green-haired girl earlier in the Sun Room, she wasn't entirely sure if discussing why Mion had accosted that blonde girl and gotten herself sedated was a good thing. The Bride was in enough pain that her temper was a bit on edge and the last thing she needed to do was alienate her ward and apprentice. At least not without it being warranted

F2

[kaerutokoro]

The girl was caught in the midst of a dreamless sleep when the woman called out, her voice mingling with the multiple mental fragments Rena couldn't quite place. The only consistency was restlessness, and in her subconscious confusion, she stirred.

It wasn't until Arlene shook her shoulder that Rena finally paused to awaken. "Mmm...?" the girl murmured as she slowly turned her head to one cheek. A single eye fluttered open.

For a split second, nothing registered. The room was far too dark, the other occupant far too comforting for Rena to catch on. It was like surfacing after a long dive: the one singular moment when little made sense. Everything eventually clicked, of course, but the transition was hardly soothing.

Rena jerked the other eye open violently and glanced at the one hovering over her. "D-Did I fall asleep?" Her hands instinctively pulled the covers closer. "Did I?"

Re: F2

[quickdrawbkiddo]

Beatrix gave Rena a soft smile, her hand gently running her fingers through the red strands again. It seemed like Rena might have woken up from a mild nightmare or something else and the girl looked very small and fragile at he moment.

"Shh.... It's okay," the Bride replied quietly. "You must have, but it's night now, my dear." Her heart was going out to the girl and internally the Bride sighed. Once a mother, always a mother. She wondered what kind of family life Rena had back home. Maybe she'd ask some other time.

Re: F2

[kaerutokoro]

She had slept, apparently all day and some part into the night. If Arlene (It was her, wasn't it?) had not tried to comfort her, Rena might have been considerably upset. This was the second time she had wasted hours.

Granted, the girl hadn't had proper sleep in days, but in this hospital, rest was hardly conducive. At least, to her.

Rena's thoughts suddenly fell on the woman's presence, and she wondered--nervously--if something had prompted her to coming here. "Is... Is everything okay, Arlene-san?" she asked quietly, crawling up to her elbows. "Nothing happened, right? Right?"

F1

[uruz_vii]

[ From here.]

It didn't take long, as usual, to make it to Miku's room. Without hesitating, he knocked on the door, calling softly.

"Hinasaki? It's Sagara... Sousuke," he clarified awkwardly.

Re: F1

[rope_victim]

It had been a very long evening, once they released her to dinner and Lust's chilly silence. Miku had been there for quite a while! Couldn't the other woman say something nice to her once in awhile? Was she asking for too much? It wasn't fair! She was supposed to be acknowledged too

Re: F1

[uruz_vii]

Sousuke entered the room when he heard Miku's voice, nearly ripping the door off its hinges. She sounded hurt. Her voice had hitched. His eyes raked over her, catching moisture on the hem of her shirt. Her face was flushed and her usually smooth hair rumpled.

He seemed confused and alarmed all at once. Had she been... crying? Oh no. What was he supposed to do now? He didn't know the first thing about comforting upset women... what should he do?

"Hinasaki..." Sousuke approached her slowly. "What's the matter? May I sit?" He gestured to her bed.

Re: F1

[rope_victim]

Miku nodded and lowered her head to wipe at those pesky tell-tale trails of tears say that three times fast. "Yes, go ahead..." she drew up her knees and rested her cheek on them, glancing at Sousuke. He wouldn't leave her too? Not like Alfons and Larsa and whomever else she grew attached to?

The bed creaked with new weight as he settled down beside her. Miku made herself scoot closer to him, as she took careful note of his size and the way the scar on his face was dull white-tan. Old, but then, he said he'd been a soldier.

"I was thinking about Alfons, and then I couldn't stop crying? Isn't that silly? I just..." she hicced again, dangerously. The tears were closing up her throat. "Couldn't stop..." she moved and clung to him, burying her face in his chest and started sobbing anew.