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Nightshift 45: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

Nov 21, 2009 23:34

[From here]He supposed this marked how far he had gotten last night. A sad amount of progress if he had wanted to get something done, really. But then again, if he had wanted to get something done he wouldn't have stood around talking all night in the first place ( Read more... )

kirk, albedo, emmett, kvothe, usopp, hanatarou, leonard, two-face, sora, jason, ratchet, zex, claude, hayes, lunge, tyki, mccoy, spock, kratos, nathan petrelli, l, mello, the flash

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wantsyourzex November 22 2009, 09:04:38 UTC

[from here]

There we go, out into one of the larger hallways. Down from here should be another hall, and then it would open into the main hall, and hopefully that's where people would be. Hopefully people that knew what they were doing. God, he would have given anything to have Dexter here right now.

Something was lurking around him, flashing in front of his flashlight's beam every now and then, but everytime he whirled around to try and catch it, it vanished. Looking for it just got him disoriented so... Max kept forging ahead and struggled to ignore it.

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swornandbroken November 23 2009, 02:03:50 UTC

[putting it all here]

whirlingwinds November 23 2009, 01:43:10 UTC

[ from here]

Passing through the doorway to the next hall made Naruto speed up, knowing he was nearly there. Another door and he'd be in the hall to the other section of rooms...

whirlingwinds November 23 2009, 01:45:59 UTC

[ to here]

sir_savien November 23 2009, 01:58:51 UTC

[from here]

Kvothe paused for a moment as he entered the next hallway, looking as far down as his flashlight beam would let him. He'd never gone all the way down, that hall. And he wouldn't tonight, he had someone to meet and he didn't want to linger in the halls alone for any longer than he had to. That would be an exploration for another night.

pleading_ngri November 23 2009, 04:27:26 UTC

[From here.]

Another quiet hall. Phoenix let himself back in, tucking his bat under his arm and rubbing the chill out of his hands as he hurried toward the door to the block. He already felt a little chagrined at himself, whooping just a few minutes ago like he'd won a court case. He'd managed just fine while he'd been sick. He could still walk, he could still talk, he could still think. The only problem was that he couldn't get too close . . . to . . .

His train of thought slowed, stuttered, and finally skipped off the tracks as he nearly stopped in his tracks, an epiphanic grin spreading across his face. And when he broke into a sprint again, halfway down the hall, he couldn't begin to be ashamed of the reason.

[Skipping the M-B hallway to here.]