Nightshift 34: M31-M40 Hallway

[captain_hunam]

[M39]

You could get outside now?

Well, he'd heard mention of the walls coming down, but the lack of any reports of successful escape were conspicuous in their absence; Zelnick was inclined to believe Landel that going outside would do as little towards your escape as staying indoors.

Of course, Zelnick did have plans for indoors

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[udo_retrovirus]

[From M34]

Well, that last thing on the intercom was more than a little weird. Junior really hoped that they got out soon so that someone could teach that pompous bastard that he wasn't God. But tonight, it wouldn't be his chance. He had somewhere else to go. Junior gathered his things quickly. All he needed was the flashlight, a scalpel, and a pillowcase, after all, and then he was out the door. "Good luck tonight," he called out behind him, giving Omi a wave.

[udo_retrovirus]

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[intoindra]

It was acknowledged and official, then; it was possible to get outside. There were likely to be monsters, ravenous beasts too dangerous to be left in the halls, yet with rewards conmeasurate to the risk. And that trinket... hah. He knew that he was up for this almost before the Doctor had spoken. He and his comrades, this was what they were made for.

Taking flashlight and batteries in hand, he headed down the hallway and towards his destination with quite a bit more haste than he usually put into his steps.

((To here. ))

((Captaaaaaaaain~!))

[numberii]

((From here.))

'The plan' arrived with a grin and a knock on Zelnick's door before he proceeded to burst on in, beaming like anything. His bow was strapped to his back and his three arrows were in a makeshift belt, along with the three knives and the pokeball- well, that was shrunk down in his pocket, but still. He was loaded for anything, yet what he really noticed was the Oreo package.

...which drew him like a moth to a flame, his eyes and feet ever shifting towards it. "Yo, Cap'n. Doin' well?"

((What's a guy like you doin' in a place like this~?))

[captain_hunam]

Oh lord, Xigbar was a walking armory. Awesome.

Zelnick couldn't help but grin back, laying his notebook aside and waving invitingly at the stretch of empty bed on the other side of the Oreos. "I'm doing fine," he said, then wriggled his fingers at Xigbar. "Still in one piece, and all that jazz. And you?"

((...no 'pretty' before that 'guy'? Totally heartbroken here!))

[numberii]

"Hope you don't mind if I make myself comfy?" Saying as such, he put down his bow, his arrows, his pokeball, and his knives all on the nearby desk before promptly flopping onto the bed like a girl at a slumber party any guy who felt completely comfortable where he was. Then he set to industriously remove the wrapper and the first piece of black-and-white temptation, holding it up in disbelief.

"Dude, where did you even get these?" He hoped Zelnick told him, because then he'd know where to launch the first test of his Mobile Arsenal of Death.

((I'm sorry~ could someone as handsome as you ever forgive the insult?))

[captain_hunam]

"Nah, go ahead," Zelnick said, still grinning. "That's what beds are for."

Xigbar seemed pretty happy with the treats, which was awesome. "I tagged along with someone else my first night, and we ended up in a kitchen on the second floor. It's also where I got my stash of apples-- though I handed those off to Princess Alita for moonshine-- and my knife 'n skillet. Are they good?" He plucked one from the package and held it up for his own examination. It looked tasty, really, but he'd been saving them for, well, this, so he hadn't tried them yet.

M34

[atoyboxworld]

[ From here]The distance wasn't far from Near's room, and he saw none of the monsters spoken of when he went. Curious, but fortunate, as Near would have no way to defend against them on his own. The teen found little to observe in the dark, save for the bustling of people. Despite the threats and the taunts, everyone was eager to leave. Near could understand the impulse, though at the same time, he appreciated the organization of the groups, even if to him the structuring of Arts and Crafts seemed haphazard. He hadn't been questioned on his skills or abilities, merely put together with a small team. Again, unfortunate for this Omi, as he would be left carrying Near's weight should they find themselves involved in a fight

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[daddyslilkiller]

Omi was looking through his file when there was a knock on the door. His team. Right. Unless Landel had decided to unleash door-to-door salesmen as his latest horror. He stashed the folder back under his pillow, secretly hoping tonight would turn out better than the last team he'd led.

He wasn't going to hold his breath.

He grabbed his flashlight and opened the door, fingers ready to reach for a dart, just in case. Then he just stood there blinking for a moment at the kid outside his door.

...Oh please don't let Hitsugaya have paired him up with someone else like Artemis.

He offered the boy a hesitant smile. "Hey. I'm Omi. Arts and Crafts, right?"

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[atoyboxworld]

Omi's shock was obvious enough, but Near didn't comment on it. Undoubtedly to someone who was used to working with people who were more focused on the physical aspects of their skill set, Near would come off as something of a surprise. Pale, thin, frail looking in most opinions, and appearing much younger than he was; Near was aware of his looks, but didn't care to change them. There were more important things to focus on, always

Re: M34

[daddyslilkiller]

...

Okay, so... His name was Near but he didn't want Omi to call him that after tonight? Omi was smart, sure, and clever in his own way, but that followed no logic he could find. Especially since he apparently hadn't even given Hitsugaya his real name. After a short time he gave up trying to figure it out and just shook his head. He'd thought telling people he was a florist was bad. "Near. Okay."

And since neither of them seemed to be moving, his instinctive sense of decorum, such as it was these days, kicked in, forcing him to concede the doorway. "Um.. might as well sit down, I guess? Since our third isn't here."

[opposingheaven]

Kenren took his time in getting ready once the Head Doctor gave his usual gloating announcement. Kenren mostly ignored it. He'd become very good at doing that the last couple of weeks. Who cared what that bastard had to say to anyone? All he was good for was hopefully suffering a long slow lingering and painful death. Or possibly eternal boredom. Either way.

He grabbed the sword from underneath his mattress, eyeing the blade and testing it on his thumb. Still sharp. Good to know. He hadn't been sure how well it would work against that creature last night.

With a nod to his roommate, he slipped out into the corridor.

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