Nightshift 20: Soccer/Recreational Field

[0bnoxious]

[ from here ]As Albel navigated through the hallways, he decided to go a completely different way then he went last night. However, he had no idea where he was heading. Eventually, he reached the end of the hallway he was currently in and found himself staring at a door. He briefly wondered if it was locked. He turned the door handle

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[thebloodyacacia]

He stood, unmoving, untouched, in the center of the soccer field, helmet perfectly still, arms hanging limp at his sides.

In his left hand, he clutched a spear, the point tilted down and resting in the earth.

[still_free]

[ From here. ]

The first thing Mal did as he stepped outside was lift his head to the sky. There weren't many stars out and none of them seemed to be in any patterns he was familiar with. Wash would probably have had a better idea, but there was no point in dwelling on that.

Once he leveled his gaze forward, he noticed that there was someone ahead of him. He glanced over his shoulder at Zelos. There was a good chance the figure was simply another patient wandering around just the same as they were, but Mal wasn't a trusting man. It was best to be cautious if he didn't want to get killed.

"Who's there?" he called out, already falling into a defensive stance.

[pimp_plan]

[From here]

Mal seemed to enjoy the fresh air as well. It was a welcome change from the stuffy atmosphere inside.

Zelos spotted the other figure in the field as well, and understood Mal's distrust. He made his half cocked grin and nodded in understanding.

"Give us a heads up if you're a bad guy!" Zelos called out after Mal. He did it because annoying the older guy was kind of fun, but also because friend or foe, they'd know soon anyway.

[braidless]

((Coming from here.))

It was dark outside, and perhaps a little more chilly than Obi-Wan had anticipated. (Qui-Gon had been wise to grab that coat from his closet.) Still, the fresh air was a nice change from that of the building, and the presence of some greenery was reassuring. Though he was aware of the dimly lit group of prisoners on the field, the dark shapes of trees beyond the stretch of grass also interested him.

Glowrod illuminating the path before them, Obi-Wan briefly motioned for Qui-Gon to follow before making his way towards what he assumed to be some sort of courtyard.

[braidless]

((Going here.))

[no_side_effects]

Wesker took in a deep breath through his nose when he stepped out into the courtyard, looking over the darkened land-scape.

He immediately noticed the people who were talking, and pointing a flash-light at some strange creature with something metal over it's head. It was quite formidable looking, reminding him vaguely of a tyrant.

Wesker had dealt enough with tyrants to know he did not want to fight one without appropriate weaponry. So, he quietly headed away.

[[Going here]]