Night 44: M31-40 Hallway
[M39]
When the first intercom sounded, it shook Hart at a mid-line level. It was propaganda and suppression of information flow that the institution wanted now, obviously. They'd all have to be much more careful now with the bulletins, especially if the little pet idea of the 'Evil Club' were to ever get off the ground into anything serious. For the sake of the other patients, they'd have to do more than step up and
They.
Recluse. Oh god, the man was going to go for Hart's old room wasn't he? This was horrible! He didn't even know where the other was and HARDLY knew where he himself was in relation to his old room.
"Oh no, oh no." he murmured. Hart hopped off his bed just as the second intercom message began to go off, skidding over to his closet. The static coming through raised the hairs on the back of his neck and made the man shiver. And unable to find any socks, he simply grabbed the boots out from the closet and tugged them on. The coat would come along as well, even if it were too warm to wear it comfortably. Comfort wouldn't be a matter if everything his new friends had spoken of were true.
With a swipe for his flashlight and a root through his desk, he grabbed a few pens and jammed them into his coat pocket, barely remembering to take along with the 'present' for the captain.
"SorryIcan'ttalkgottaseeamanabouta--"
The door closed behind him before he could get the last part out.
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When the first intercom sounded, it shook Hart at a mid-line level. It was propaganda and suppression of information flow that the institution wanted now, obviously. They'd all have to be much more careful now with the bulletins, especially if the little pet idea of the 'Evil Club' were to ever get off the ground into anything serious. For the sake of the other patients, they'd have to do more than step up and
They.
Recluse. Oh god, the man was going to go for Hart's old room wasn't he? This was horrible! He didn't even know where the other was and HARDLY knew where he himself was in relation to his old room.
"Oh no, oh no." he murmured. Hart hopped off his bed just as the second intercom message began to go off, skidding over to his closet. The static coming through raised the hairs on the back of his neck and made the man shiver. And unable to find any socks, he simply grabbed the boots out from the closet and tugged them on. The coat would come along as well, even if it were too warm to wear it comfortably. Comfort wouldn't be a matter if everything his new friends had spoken of were true.
With a swipe for his flashlight and a root through his desk, he grabbed a few pens and jammed them into his coat pocket, barely remembering to take along with the 'present' for the captain.
"SorryIcan'ttalkgottaseeamanabouta--"
The door closed behind him before he could get the last part out.
[to here]