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Nightshift 34: West Wing, North Hallway 1-A
[From Here]Passing through the open doorway, he flashed his light around to make certain that there was nothing potentially dangerous lurking in the hallway. It seemed clear as far as his eyes could tell, so he hurried on. Well, he hurried as much as an old man like himself with things to do would hurry. There was no point in running, as he would
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Albel's red eyes glanced around for a possible treat as he opened the door, but the hallway was completely empty. Good, the last thing he needed was some rotting little maggot wasting his time.
He thought going via the Recreational Field would be shorter than taking the other route through the various boring hallways, so he headed into that direction.
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It seemed that luck was on his side this evening as he stepped out into the hallway and found it pleasantly deserted. He didn’t stop, however, and continued on down the stretch of hall. The Star Dragon Sword wanted to go outside, but he’d simply have to wait until he’d met up with Kagura.
[ To here.]
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Instinct almost turned Armand the wrong way, back toward the interior of the Institute. He put a hand out to the wall, steadying himself, listening for voices or shouts. He kept his gaze lowered, mostly to avoid the oncoming lights of other inmates, though he wanted to see them if they approached. It looked empty for the moment.
He counted himself lucky. This time, he approached the door cautiously, worrying about what may lay beyond it.
[going here]
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Another completely deserted hallway, it seemed. There wasn't any reason to stick around, though, so he quickly headed towards the door leading outside into the Recreational Field.
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Recluse entered the larger corridor, turning to head down towards the rest of the cell blocks. He wanted to make sure he gave Ghost Widow the weapons he'd made before anything else.
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Manticore slowed as he entered the larger hall, more wary of danger further from the patient rooms. He headed left towards the door to the recreational field, continuing to travel without aid of light. He preferred it this way. It made him less of a target and he was used to working in minimal lighting.
Based off studying the maps on the bulletin board and his own observation of the courtyard earlier, the wall between the rec field and the courtyard would hopefully prove scaleable. Who knew what actually lay out in the rec field... or the courtyard, for that matter... if this Dr. Landel was going to post someone somewhere to make things more difficult, those would be good areas to do it.
Once again, Manticore knew his costume stood out like a sore thumb but he hoped nobody would stop him over it. He had enough problems already. At least it was dark.
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No. Too much of a risk. There were so many factors he couldn't control, and he didn't want a murder like this making its way back to Marcus... Still, he waited until he was as close as he could reasonably get without being noticed. "Your form seems to have slipped, Mr. Sinclair." In the darkness, his eyes flared for just a moment, the malicious light bringing brighter before subsiding to just a spark of red.
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That last thought helped him regain his composure well enough to respond shortly. "I'm only human." Surreal... standing in the dark having a chat with... this place couldn't be real... that or things were more screwed up than ever.
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