Nightshift 45: M11-M20 Hallway

[destroyeroftime]

[from here]Oh, so this was the hall he needed to be in. At least, he was pretty sure it was the right place. If he remembered right, the man on the bulletin board talking about Search and Rescue, his name was Phillip Hunt. If there were only two people in a room, though, it shouldn't be too hard finding him

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M12

[rocksthecourt]

After that reaction, David wasn't all too thrilled at the idea of continuing any conversation with his roommate. He remained silent for the duration of dinner, and just hoped Kaoro wouldn't decide to strangle him or anything in his sleep. He was looking forward to actually having a peaceful night for once. With everything he'd gone through, he deserved that much

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[rocksthecourt]

No dice. There was no way he could just go to sleep. No way could he just ignore what was going on. But... this was okay. He knew it was a delusion. He still remembered who he was and what was supposed to be real. In other words, he could at least attempt to control this dream as much as possible, something he hadn't been able to do so far. It might work. Hey, maybe if he he went along with this and was able to conquer it, it'd be a big step to his recovery. After all, he'd know he can handle his issues on his own, and he could only get stronger from there.

That settled, he reached for the flashlight under his pillow, where it had always been in his dreams. He can control this. He will control this. Determined and set, David walked to the door, took a deep breath, and wandered out into the dark.

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[spandexorgtfo]

As the Head Doctor's voice rattled through the intercom, Kratos's thoughts drifted toward Sheena, who he knew would be spending this entire night with people who thought her unfortunately insane. He personally felt she was unnecessarily punishing herself, but he understood her desire to keep her friends all safe, even if they all didn't know her the same way anymore. He silently wished her luck; she was going to need it.

Kratos allowed his roommate to step outside before him before pulling on his customary outfit, grabbing his sword, and heading out the door. Hitsugaya wanted to give last night's foray into the basement a second try; this time, he was hoping they would get farther than that peculiar room filled with suits of armor.

[spandexorgtfo]

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[lostonlifesroad]

Dinner had been silent thanks to Dias's absence. Kakashi had been so caught up with the ninja that he'd failed to notice it until the final shift, when it was too late to ask about his presence. But the pristine bed and the lack of a meal meant nothing good, so the ninja would make a point to ask after him the next day. The rest of the time was spent eating his food (and avoiding the tempura--why on all days wasn't Dias there?), then getting ready for the coming night. He'd purposely not written any plans for the ninja, deciding that he wanted to see how others would react without his direct leadership. It would give Kakashi a better idea of where to go in terms of teaching them self-reliance, along with deciding what they needed to work on as a whole

[its_the_mileage]

If he had to be on patrol, this was a good night for it. Maybe for the first time since he got here, Indy was both uninjured and, if not actually well-armed, at least approaching it. Once dressed, he tucked a scalpel into his jacket pocket, coiled the whip over his shoulder (he really needed to come up with a belt hook) and picked up both the flashlight and the metal pipe. Might not be enough to beat back King Kong, but it should be enough to convince any wayward patients to stay inside for the night.

Indy set off.

[its_the_mileage]

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[clockmongler]

Well, that was certainly intriguing, but Time should never be wasted. The moment the door unlocked, X gave his goodbyes and was on his way, wandering about the halls to see where they took him.

Hm...

It was dark. Needless to say, his coat did wonders to blend him into the darkness, the soft thud of leather boots against tiled floor and occasional rustle of silver clasps being the only signs that he were there at all. If he chose to pull up his hood and slow down, he could go completely noticed to anything and everything that may have wished to spot him.

But he was not about to sneak through the halls like some promiscuous girl on a mission to see her precious partner. This was not a mission, after all, he thought to himself. Simply put, it was exploration for the sake of exploration. A game for the sake of the game. There was no need to silence himself when he had yet to completely see what Fate could have in store for him here.

[Off to see the Roxas]