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Nightshift 38: Entry Room

Jan 27, 2009 18:30

[from here]The Entry Room was a lot like he remembered it, or at least, a lot like what he remembered from when he'd run into Clark here on his first night. Admittedly most of what he remembered was dark, blurred from speed, and full of argument but this was a lot like that. Just without the blurring and the arguments ( Read more... )

asch, albedo, meche, zex, homura, batman, donna, kio, juri, teisel, mello, the flash

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fencing_captain January 27 2009, 14:37:28 UTC

[from here]

This room was different. Dark carpeting, two desks. There was someone else in here. Maybe.

Why all this uncertainty? Juri suddenly felt cross with herself. She prided herself on being direct and calm, and here she was worrying over shadows and strangers. They were just people she didn't know. There wasn't anything mysterious or magical about it.

Holding her flashlight before her almost like an epeé, Juri approached the door and tried the knob. Locked. It was the first locked door she'd encountered. The lock looked rusty, but she wanted to think before she started destroying property. She still didn't know where she was.

Juri returned to the desks and sat on one of them. Her choices seemed to be to break out and leave a clear sign that she had or stay and investigate. She found it hard to engage her interest in staying, but she didn't want to leave such an obvious sign of destruction either. Well, she could spare a few minutes to think.

fencing_captain January 28 2009, 16:49:05 UTC

Or so she thought. Juri briefly noted two men in the room and the woman who'd appeared out of the gloom to try to ward them off. Go back to their rooms? Was there a curfew in place? There'd been a similar measure in place at Ohtori, except for the Student Council, of course. Was it dangerous here? Then the broader man broke down the entire door to one of the closet-like rooms and the other shouted to her to leave. Well, she assumed it was the other man. Her eyes wouldn't focus properly on him as he moved far too quickly toward the woman.

That more than anything drove Juri to her feet, her hands clenching into tense fists. What was going on here? She didn't waste her time trying to work it out though. If they were going to fight, she'd have to get out of here. In her mind, retreat was not an option, so she returned to the doors she assumed led outside or at least closer to it ( ... )

fencing_captain January 28 2009, 17:04:30 UTC

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sheisthecause January 27 2009, 16:39:13 UTC

She'd been praying that no one would come through this way.

Meche was standing just in front of the doorway out, waiting. Her limbs were tense from having been poised to move for so long already. Well, she'd better suck it up. There was a lotta night left to go, and she couldn't let her guard down even for a second. Nobody was getting through that door.

No matter what she had to do to ensure that.

She heard movement and jerked her head up--men's voices, talking quietly, from the opposite entryway. A short time later, more footsteps and another light. Damn. Three of them at once.

"Sorry," she said, loud enough for all of them to hear her. "But I don't want any of you anywhere near this door. Please leave now."

gothamnight January 28 2009, 03:24:05 UTC

Bruce was silent as they entered, taking in the desks and the chairs, the darkened shades of the walls and floor. It wasn't so much the darkness as a lack of light that stripped the colors from their surroundings, and even while he picked out the outlines of the two file room doors from the blacks and grays Bruce was feeling less and less optimistic as each and every second ticked by.

Because what made Bruce tense up immediately after entering wasn't the darkness. Or the loudness of Wally's voice that seemed to hang in the dense air after he spoke.

They had company.

There was a girl that entered with him, but Bruce wasn't watching her. The focus of his attention now was a woman: roughly about 5'5" or 5'7", in her early thirties. Large handgun in her hand, but not a model Bruce had seen before. There wasn't a great deal of light, but his eyes were adjusting. What he could see and hear from the woman's voice and body language told him all he needed.

'Sleep studies.' Right."We won't take long," Bruce said slowly, gentle and ( ... )

scarletspeedstr January 28 2009, 03:54:04 UTC

Wally jerked his flashlight up in surprise as the voice rang out; he'd completely failed to notice that there was someone else in the room when he'd entered which, come to think of it, was kinda like his first night here too. At least this time he hadn't run into them head on or anything.

The beam of the light showed him that he was facing... an older woman in a suit and heels. Sure she had a pretty big gun as well, but even here he was fairly fast, which meant he was harder to hit even with a gun. Man, for a minute there he'd been worried it was going to be something hard to handle.

Bruce still seemed to think it was something to be worried about though, but Wally was feeling more relieved. A fight was something that didn't require him to spend all his time worrying about what to do or say; a fight was just hitting things, which he was more than capable of. Not that he really wanted to just start punching the woman facing them now, but if it did come to that, then he was sure he could handle it without even breaking a sweat ( ... )

sheisthecause January 28 2009, 04:27:51 UTC

If she'd had the luxury of being rational tonight, Meche might have been okay with that. They said they'd just be a moment. They said they were leaving. They weren't anywhere near the front door, at least not for the moment. Maybe they really weren't trying to get out.

But she couldn't stake Manny's life on it. Especially not after the doctors had warned her that other patients would say anything to try to get past her. She had to get them out of there, back to their rooms, fast.

"Not good enough, pal," she said to the man who had spoken, her voice sharper and higher than it had been a moment ago. They could probably hear that note of desperation growing in it, but she didn't care. If it told them she was serious, so much the better. She started gesturing with the sproutella gun, just in case they still weren't getting the picture. "I'm not taking any chances! Get back to your rooms, nowMeche felt her body starting to panic and tried to slow her breathing. What was wrong with them? Why the hell didn't they just get out of there? ( ... )

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purpletaint January 30 2009, 04:11:44 UTC

[from here]

And this door led to a smaller room. He saw another door at the other end. To outside? Outside wouldn't have him learning about the environment and tools he could use in this setting, but he could look at the stars. Seeing the position would actually tell him where he was. And if they weren't anything he recognized... then he'd have to lean more towards the so-called fact of him living in the past.

Outside it was.

The only problem with that was the human plant statue in the middle of the room, and the two other people around it. Albedo stopped with a huff, eyes narrowing again. Of course. The only question was whether he would ignore it or reveal himself and not have to deal with it at all. Decisions, decisions.

mateswithnobody January 30 2009, 04:29:54 UTC

She may've been offended by the question except for the fact, why yes, Donna did talk a great deal and she knew it. Still, knowing it made it all the worse for the boy when she responded. "Best get used to that, Albie," she snorted slightly, "Cuz it ain't stopping anytime soon. You hear me?"

It looked like they were heading for the way out then. It was the way she'd have chosen, but now the boy could claim some kind of hand in whatever they got into and either not complain later or feel some kind of accomplishment from it. Either way, it wouldn't make things difficult for Donna.

purpletaint January 30 2009, 06:02:14 UTC

It was too much to hope that she wouldn't follow him. And continue talking at him. He clenched his jaw, pretending to watch the... whatever it was in the center of the room carefully. Nigredo had always said to just ignore things and they go away. He'd have to see if it worked.

...Like anything the younger ever said was true. Putting faith in Nigredo? When he originally said that, the situation didn't get any better. Things got a whole lot worse. (Regardless of Albedo not exactly listening, but that wouldn't work, not when those things were--) And everything started changing more than it already was.

He didn't want to think about it anymore. But everything just kept coming back, wave after wave after wave.

sheisthecause January 30 2009, 16:05:59 UTC

Meche was still hurting, but after the two men left, she managed to sling herself to her feet and get to the gun. Quickly and quietly, she drew a number of sproutella darts out of her hatband and reloaded them, hoping the newcomers (and she was close to them now) wouldn't make a run for it while she was doing so ( ... )

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tender_cruelty February 1 2009, 00:23:14 UTC

[From here]

Allelujah only took a glance to sum up the situation. That woman near the doorway had a gun, was aiming it at two more patients and seemed intent on keeping people away from the door. One of the brainwashed patients, obviously. He turned back to Sousuke, murmuring beneath his breath. "We should move quickly."

rope_victim February 1 2009, 02:13:29 UTC

Miku peeked over Sousuke's shoulder, it was still a little too dark to see their offense. It was kind of scary - she could hear something like foliage in the darkness, rustling.

"Sousuke... run. I don't like the sound of that..." she murmured and wrapped herself a little more securely. "I'll be alright."

uruz_vii February 1 2009, 06:39:18 UTC

"Affirmative," Sousuke said, replying both to Miku and Allelujah at the same time. The sergeant ran by the escaping patients, heading straight for the door. They'd have to break it down--Sousuke seriously doubted it would just open with no problem.

"Allelujah, can you take care of the door?"

tender_cruelty February 2 2009, 02:38:43 UTC

Allelujah looked between the woman and the door, judging the distance between them. Her focus was on a couple of other patients, thankfully, and she seemed fairly engaged, but they'd still have to be careful.

He just nodded in response and then moved, keeping to the shadows of the wall as much as he could as he slipped over to the door. It was open a fraction, much to his relief, and he carefully eased it further, glad that he hadn't found it locked, then gestured for Sousuke and Miku to follow.

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wantsyourzex February 1 2009, 10:01:54 UTC

[From here]ZEX blinked at Teisel's question, then laughed quietly. "Interpersonal combat wasn't my strongpoint... I tended to work on a much larger scale back during the War." Countless fleets of ships in Hyperspace, and it was hard to think of something more removed from his current situation. Macro to micro. "That and this human body doesn't exactly help. It's very clumsy." ZEX brushed some hair from his face with an awkward smile. "I'll be alright ( ... )

no_barbarian February 1 2009, 16:38:29 UTC

"Yeah, I guess you probably had plenty of other things to think about, huh? Just keep clear if something does happen, okay, boss?" Teisel was very tempted to add a 'and please don't accidentally stab me,' but thought better of it. It wasn't like the poor guy had asked to suddenly sprout hands or something.

Huh. That Asch guy seemed pretty well-spoken. Teisel wondered if he'd been someone important or high-class where he was from. No one looked important in these uniforms, so it was hard to tell ( ... )

sheisthecause February 2 2009, 04:33:34 UTC

Then Donna and the boy were gone, and Meche was shaking again. She let her injured wrist drop for a second, relaxing it, and then she reloaded the gun. She'd sounded so much like Domino back there ( ... )

cnflctofintrst February 2 2009, 05:49:45 UTC

If Mello had been alone, he would have simply left. He'd heard about how dangerous brainwashed patients were, and the task wasn't so pressing that it couldn't be completed another night. Unfortunately, the three people with him made that option impossible: backing down was not something he did in front of people, especially when presenting himself as a leader rather than occupying his preferred position of a mastermind behind a figurehead ( ... )

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