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Night 37: M81-90 Hallway

Dec 08, 2008 11:42

A part of Ken couldn’t deny wanting to stay in for the night, as opposed to traversing outside and keeping his obligations. Between the arrival of the seniors and the revelation at lunch, the day had completely overwhelmed and undermined any desire to mobilize. Sleep sounded very good at the moment ( Read more... )

s.t., ryuk, clark kent, batman, leon magnus, xellos, statesman, wolverine, ken amada, brook, bourne

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son_ofkrypton December 8 2008, 23:36:31 UTC

Clark was glad to get out of the room once he handed over the metal to Leon. Awkwardness wasn't really something he was a big fan of and he felt bad that it looked like he'd freaked out last night; maybe he had even freaked out, although he really had been trying to help...but he hadn't really been as successful at that as he'd hoped. He just hoped his trip with Kvothe wouldn't turn out like it had with Leon.

He flicked on his flashlight, testing it out. The new batteries didn't seem to help make the light any stronger but at least it shouldn't go out this time.

Clark set off down the hall, hoping to beat Kvothe to the main hall. With his super speed, he should've been there already but he opted instead to walk. It was the one power he hadn't really tried to use because honestly, look how well his others had turned out. Tapping into his speed, he could end up running right through a wall, splat into the wall, or nothing. Nothing would've been the high point: he would've taken no powers over out-of-control powers. He didn't need ( ... )

son_ofkrypton December 8 2008, 23:56:52 UTC

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for_marian December 9 2008, 03:07:23 UTC

Leon wasn't any more interested in lingering than Clark was, but it took him a moment to hide away the relatively small amount of metal that had been saved from the night before. He also took his spear and knife, prepared for trouble even as he hoped there wouldn't be any.

Just in case the mirror creature from the night before had been something particular to that bathroom, Leon decided to raid a different one tonight. He knew the chances were slim that this move would be any help in avoiding fights, but it was better than blindly repeating the same actions that had ended so poorly last time.

for_marian December 9 2008, 03:11:53 UTC

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ol_canucklehead December 9 2008, 03:19:54 UTC

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The hallway was relatively quiet, although the mutant could smell recent scents of patients who had moved through here not too long ago, including the familiar scent of that kid he'd suspected had some kind of owers, but hadn't let on. He was suddenly hesitant, another trait he was not all too familiar with. He'd made no plans, had no idea where to go from here. He only hoped that Cole or Osborn would have the presence of mind to check on him. Logan decided to give them a few minutes; if neither showed, then he resolved to try and track down Steve. He'd not seen him in a while, after all.

zeus_incarnate December 9 2008, 03:27:42 UTC

Thankfully, the hallway was mostly empty. Mostly, but there was one person here, and thankfully, it was the person that Marcus wanted to speak with.

"Logan." It was good that he was alive and still here, though Marcus figured that Logan was the type to go out with a fight rather than just vanish quietly like so many around here.

ol_canucklehead December 10 2008, 00:57:40 UTC

The mutant had smelled his companion long before he heard him. Luckily, his nose hadn't been damaged the night before; ot was proving to be his most valuable asset in this place. "Cole," he responded raspily. He knew that Statesman had low-level vision on par with his own, so doubtless the man would have caught sight of the extent of his injuries. "Where tha hell you been?" His tone wasn't entirely tetchy, but there was an underlying current of frustration; they could have used his help against Venom. Still, that was in the past now, he supposed.

zeus_incarnate December 10 2008, 01:28:56 UTC

"I've been here," Marcus commented. "But I didn't see you all day..." Logan had probably been resting, but Marcus wasn't happy with that tone.

Of course, with as injured as he was and the way things went, Marcus wasn't going to hold him against it. "Brock did this?" They were going to have to do something about that kid, though it wasn't like they could lock him up in a place like this.

True, they could beat him up, but there was no good long term solution except the one Marcus refused to take.

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toxicspiderman December 10 2008, 02:04:58 UTC

And just like that, the doors opened. S.T. had been ready to go long before the intercom had crackled to life twice in short succession. All he was waiting for was the starting gun.

Still, he did one last check, patting each pocket in turn. First-floor map, right pocket. First-floor map, right pocket. A couple of blank sheets of paper, two pens, and the rest of the maps and his shopping list, left pocket. Pillowcase, right coat pocket. Radio, tied to a makeshift belt that had started out life as a set of pants. Flashlight, right hand. Too bad it was too damn heavy to turn into a headlamp without some real rope. Having two hands free -- or his right hand free to carry something heavier than the light -- would be a big plus.

He opened his door into the side hallway without turning on the flashlight, and squinted into the dark for a long minute. Then he shrugged to himself and flicked the light on. Not falling on his face outweighed stealth any day.

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metamollusk December 10 2008, 03:13:47 UTC

Waiting in the safety of his room was far preferable to going out on his own -- but Fwiffo still couldn't feel a hint of nervousness as he waited for the Captain to arrive. Of course, being a Spathi, what was a "hint" of nervousness for him would have been closer to screaming terror in someone else.

Some people just didn't know how to handle fear, he supposed.