...Why was he shaking? Klavier actually stopped his progression, simply staring at the wavering flashlight beam before him. Was it because the hallway brought back irritating memories of last night? It could have been his inexperience with nighttime exploration affecting him or that he was being an idiot and venturing out into danger without a plan of any sort. ...Or perhaps it was because he was alone.
His chest was wound tight and he was having difficulty breathing. He was scared was all. He hated coming out here. It was something he would have to buckle down and do, however, if he wanted to accomplish anything at all. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, and a fleeting melody went through his head. That was enough to distract him just a little as he walked further into the dark.
Alright. So last night, he pretty much figured there was nothing worth paying attention to around here. It was just the hospital rooms and a really freaking smelly bathroom. That meant he didn't have to waste any time around this place and could move on somewhere else. See? He already narrowed down his search by a whole section of the hospital. He was feeling productive already!
Even though Sora had walked down this hallway what felt like countless times, tonight was different. Tonight he wasn't in that same old smiley-faced uniform, but in the clothing he was meant to wear
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Dark, as usual. It took some shifting to get a good grip on his flashlight; the stitches near his shoulder pulled a little with each movement, but it wasn't anything he hadn't learned to get used to awhile ago. He just hoped they didn't run into anymore cats, that was all.
Sam cast a glance at Dean, but otherwise kept silent. Usually, there was a certain comfortableness between them while they walked through various darkened hallways, but tonight? Tonight was apparently gonna be different.
He shouldn't be letting it get to him, but if there was one problem about working alongside with your own brother, it was always harder to keep personal crap out of it. Especially when the job was personal. Or, the job he was supposed to be working on.
Tomorrow. He'd talk to Ruby about it tomorrow. If he couldn't break away from Dean to look into the deal, he could get Ruby to do it in his place.
[From here.]While Peter wasn't going to slow down no matter what, he was disappointed that he and Sam hadn't been able to speak some more before the intercom had gone off. There was still a whole lot that he was curious about when it came to the nature of Sam's abilities, and he imagined that his roommate felt the same way about him
( ... )
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...Why was he shaking? Klavier actually stopped his progression, simply staring at the wavering flashlight beam before him. Was it because the hallway brought back irritating memories of last night? It could have been his inexperience with nighttime exploration affecting him or that he was being an idiot and venturing out into danger without a plan of any sort. ...Or perhaps it was because he was alone.
His chest was wound tight and he was having difficulty breathing. He was scared was all. He hated coming out here. It was something he would have to buckle down and do, however, if he wanted to accomplish anything at all. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, and a fleeting melody went through his head. That was enough to distract him just a little as he walked further into the dark.
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Alright. So last night, he pretty much figured there was nothing worth paying attention to around here. It was just the hospital rooms and a really freaking smelly bathroom. That meant he didn't have to waste any time around this place and could move on somewhere else. See? He already narrowed down his search by a whole section of the hospital. He was feeling productive already!
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Even though Sora had walked down this hallway what felt like countless times, tonight was different. Tonight he wasn't in that same old smiley-faced uniform, but in the clothing he was meant to wear ( ... )
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Dark, as usual. It took some shifting to get a good grip on his flashlight; the stitches near his shoulder pulled a little with each movement, but it wasn't anything he hadn't learned to get used to awhile ago. He just hoped they didn't run into anymore cats, that was all.
Sam cast a glance at Dean, but otherwise kept silent. Usually, there was a certain comfortableness between them while they walked through various darkened hallways, but tonight? Tonight was apparently gonna be different.
He shouldn't be letting it get to him, but if there was one problem about working alongside with your own brother, it was always harder to keep personal crap out of it. Especially when the job was personal. Or, the job he was supposed to be working on.
Tomorrow. He'd talk to Ruby about it tomorrow. If he couldn't break away from Dean to look into the deal, he could get Ruby to do it in his place.
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