Junpei stood in the hallway, baseball bat resting on his shoulder and flashlight in hand, as he tried to remember where Akihiko said they were to meet at. North Hall... something. What was that something? Damnit! He was going to have to start writing this crap down.
Whatever. He knew it was up by the rec field. One of those ones.
Hey! He had a great idea! He'd just go park himself by the women's block and catch Yukari as she leaves to go meet their senpai. She'll know where the hell they are supposed to be going. Hopefully, she was being a girl and taking forever to get ready. They're always like an hour later than they're supposed to be ready and she does have her own clothes back.
Sad as it was to say, Kurt was getting used to this whole 'changing back and forth' thing. That didn't mean that he liked it by any stretch of the imagination, but he wasn't as surprised by it anymore. And maybe tonight was different because Kon wasn't trying to 'encourage' him.
The mutant hovered over his friend's bed, looking a little torn. Should he wake him up? Should he just leave Kon to sleep for the night? Would the young hero smack him senseless the next morning? 'Why didn't you wake me up?! That's it, punishment time!'
...and so forth.
Kurt decided that despite the possible retaliation, he could leave the room donned in his sheet without running for his life. The young mutant pulled the sheet off his bed, silently apologizing to Kon again, wrapped it around his shoulders and left the room.
Van hurried down the hall, not quite running but not merely walking either. He glanced at each room number, counting them down until he found himself in front of M3 -- and Asch.
Stopping, he lowered the light and looked at the young man in front of him, trying to gauge his mood. After the night before, Van expected some sort of angry reaction or at least a scowl.
"Good evening, Asch." He kept his tone level and polite, still watching the God General. Asch's mood would likely decide how the rest of the night would go.
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Well, being preoccupied with his beaten appearance was slightly better than outward aggression, but Van still didn't like it. Doing his best not to scowl, Van answered, "The patients are as dangerous as the monsters in this place." Or at least Teisel was. Hopefully Asch would understand and he wouldn't need to explain any further than that.
In an attempt to change the topic, he continued. "Are you ready? We should try and find the key that Zex mentioned, if we're to find a way out of this place."
Celes was thankful that her legs were long enough to eat up the distance between the rooms quickly. Her heeled boots clicked a staccato against the dirty tile, almost daring something bigger to come out for her. It would not succeed, not while she had Hughes' safety to concern her.
The General paused at the door of M6, the door slightly ajar as though someone had already passed through it. Celes drew herself straighter and rapped on the door gently.
"...Hughes?" she called, and shined her light into the small cell with one hand as she pushed open the door with her other.
Utena had been a bit startled by Edward's sudden savage look, but didn't let it get to her. Obviously this Hughes person was someone close to Edward; of course he would be outraged to hear that he had disappeared. Her own expression became more serious at that, especially as Celes began speaking again.
Looking to the light of Celes's flashlight, she followed the woman out of the block. Along the way, she noticed Seiya, who was with someone who appeared to have suffered burns of some sort. She really, really didn't want to know what had caused those burns, or if it had originated from where they were headed. Don't think. Just go. She can take care of him, Utena told herself. Seiya didn't seem to have noticed her, but she gave the other woman a look of support anyway before they made their way to the male patient block
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Just great, new 'patients' being tossed in with the rest of them as usual. Poor guys weren't going to know what hit them, and having to deal with Landel on the intercom during the day and being called fools during the night wouldn't make it any easier. And exactly what was that supposed to mean, 'box'? Another metaphor? The only box he knew of was Pandora's box, and that had actually been a jar, so he didn't have any great insights beyond that.
Whatever, the line would probably be fed to them eventually.
Dinner had been nice, at least, and the doll patted his stomach while he exited his room. Food equaled energy, and a person could never have too much of that. Well... in theory, anyway.
With an empty pillowcase in one pocket, and the radio tucked into the other, Ren headed up the hall to get out of the cellblock. Maybe if they made it that night, he should look to see if they had a jacket in patient possessions. Jacket pockets would be nice.
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Junpei stood in the hallway, baseball bat resting on his shoulder and flashlight in hand, as he tried to remember where Akihiko said they were to meet at. North Hall... something. What was that something? Damnit! He was going to have to start writing this crap down.
Whatever. He knew it was up by the rec field. One of those ones.
Hey! He had a great idea! He'd just go park himself by the women's block and catch Yukari as she leaves to go meet their senpai. She'll know where the hell they are supposed to be going. Hopefully, she was being a girl and taking forever to get ready. They're always like an hour later than they're supposed to be ready and she does have her own clothes back.
Good plan!
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The mutant hovered over his friend's bed, looking a little torn. Should he wake him up? Should he just leave Kon to sleep for the night? Would the young hero smack him senseless the next morning? 'Why didn't you wake me up?! That's it, punishment time!'
...and so forth.
Kurt decided that despite the possible retaliation, he could leave the room donned in his sheet without running for his life. The young mutant pulled the sheet off his bed, silently apologizing to Kon again, wrapped it around his shoulders and left the room.
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Van hurried down the hall, not quite running but not merely walking either. He glanced at each room number, counting them down until he found himself in front of M3 -- and Asch.
Stopping, he lowered the light and looked at the young man in front of him, trying to gauge his mood. After the night before, Van expected some sort of angry reaction or at least a scowl.
"Good evening, Asch." He kept his tone level and polite, still watching the God General. Asch's mood would likely decide how the rest of the night would go.
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In an attempt to change the topic, he continued. "Are you ready? We should try and find the key that Zex mentioned, if we're to find a way out of this place."
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Tonight. Tonight he would finally accomplish what he'd set out to do. And if not...well, he'd be very put out.
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Celes was thankful that her legs were long enough to eat up the distance between the rooms quickly. Her heeled boots clicked a staccato against the dirty tile, almost daring something bigger to come out for her. It would not succeed, not while she had Hughes' safety to concern her.
The General paused at the door of M6, the door slightly ajar as though someone had already passed through it. Celes drew herself straighter and rapped on the door gently.
"...Hughes?" she called, and shined her light into the small cell with one hand as she pushed open the door with her other.
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Looking to the light of Celes's flashlight, she followed the woman out of the block. Along the way, she noticed Seiya, who was with someone who appeared to have suffered burns of some sort. She really, really didn't want to know what had caused those burns, or if it had originated from where they were headed. Don't think. Just go. She can take care of him, Utena told herself. Seiya didn't seem to have noticed her, but she gave the other woman a look of support anyway before they made their way to the male patient block ( ... )
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Whatever, the line would probably be fed to them eventually.
Dinner had been nice, at least, and the doll patted his stomach while he exited his room. Food equaled energy, and a person could never have too much of that. Well... in theory, anyway.
With an empty pillowcase in one pocket, and the radio tucked into the other, Ren headed up the hall to get out of the cellblock. Maybe if they made it that night, he should look to see if they had a jacket in patient possessions. Jacket pockets would be nice.
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