Nightshift 46: West Wing South Hall 2-B

[contentincloset]

[falling in from here]The sound Kurogane made as he fell echoed in the empty hallway and soon faded out to silence. That had been stupid. He should have been more prepared for the lock to snap suddenly and not have gone tumbling into the hallway like that. But the ninja couldn't take back the action now. At least no one had been around to see him

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[scalyfishman]

[From here]

Oh, slag. The door in this hallway. It was usually locked, wasn't it? Well, it was going to take a scrapload more than one flimsy door to keep him out-

It was open.

Before it had taken brute force on ST's behalf to stop him before, but one look at the door hanging open was enough to ram on his emergency breaks. What did that mean? The lock looked like it had broken from the inside, so...

So it didn't matter. Monster or not, he'd already decided that nothing was stopping them from getting into that hallway- he was just going to have to hope that Javert's little ghost girl friend from before had found someone else to flirt with. He nodded firmly at ST and continued his warpath.

[toxicspiderman]

Broken from the inside? One less literal roadblock on their mission of mercy. Someone had been hell-bent on getting out of that hallway.

Anyone would be.

Depth Charge would have recognized his roommate bolting past, so that meant the first torture victim out of the gate had already made his break for it. Probably. The possibility on the traumatizing side of the ratio hadn't occurred to him.

He swung the toolkit up, putting the attached flashlight at eye level and proceeded with caution.

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[jokers_wildcard]

[from here]

Harley didn't need to try recalling the map for this. She'd already been down these very halls before. The memory wasn't a very pleasant one, and only brought back old painful feelings she didn't want to think about. Though she had previously been trying not to move too far ahead of Edgar so they could walk together, it was more about not walking into the dark all by herself now. This area was scary and nasty and foreboding. She didn't like it. She didn't like it one bit.

She wasn't sure if Edgar new anything about up here or how long he may have been cooped up in the place. Harley might have been crazy, but she knew not everyone here was a veteran. "We should try to move quiet through here," she said with a loud whisper once again. "This is where... all the bad things come from."

[girlsandgadgets]

Edgar eyed his companion, then the darkness of the unfamiliar hall before them. Whatever it was she feared from this passage, it was enough to dampen the vibrant spirit she'd had just moments before. Maybe Celes was right- maybe the monsters here were beyond anything he'd faced before.

Then again, he'd thought the same thing about Espers, clownish ambassadors, and women who didn't find him attractive, and he'd learned to handle them well enough. "Well, at least we're together," he said encouragingly. "Safety in numbers, we can watch each other's backs, etcetera etcetera. I'll go first, if you'd like."

[jokers_wildcard]

Yeah, he was right about that one. It was safer to travel in numbers. Not because more people could take on a given monster any better than one could, but it meant the chance of you being the one chomped on kind of dwindled. After meeting Mr. Spider last time, she was sure there wasn't much that could be done against a lot of the things they had wandering around

[girlsandgadgets]

Wielding his light like some sort of weapon, Edgar walked cautiously toward the end of the hallway, checking behind him midway to make sure Harley was still following. Somewhere in his mind, the notion appeared that he probably shouldn't be so trusting as to turn his back to a woman he'd met only a short while before. After all, he'd already met several people who seemed less than trustworthy, his roommate included.

Then again, they did have a common goal, were united in the fact that they were both prisoners, and she was terribly cute.

Despite the lack of monsters, the atmosphere in the hallway was tense as they proceeded slowly and quietly, the stifling darkness around them making the light less effective against the shadows than it should have been. They reached the end of the hall, and Edgar shined his light into the next hallway through the open door. "Looks like we're not the first to come through here tonight."

[world_makeover]

[ eff that place]

This hallway felt larger. He wasn't sure how he could tell; maybe a change in temperature, or something. Didn't people get heightened senses when they were deprived of one essential sense? He recalled Jade saying something to that effect.

Still, the point remained that it was too dark to see past a few shadows, and Dist had no real idea where he was. He had a hand on his stolen scalpel and a hand on the wall; after a moment or two of considering, he leaned back on the wall to rest and think a bit about what to do next.

[damned_monsters]

Resting was a bad idea in a place such as this. The dark provided cover for all manner of creatures, small and large, dangerous and fatal. There wasn't a single thing in this Institute that wasn't bred to maim and kill, and there was no one that was entirely safe from them either - save the rooms, but patients never stayed there. Silly things. They always ventured out where they would be in the most danger. It was as if they had no survival instincts at all

[world_makeover]

This, unfortunately, was Dist's first encounter with the monsters that came out at night. He'd heard about them, and while his first night had been traumatizing it hadn't been the work of any sort of creature; Dist being rather disconnected by nature meant that sometimes he just had to experience something before he would take it seriously.

He didn't notice the buzz until the creatures were on top of him, and he didn't really register it as a buzzing noise until he felt a tear across his cheek. With a loud yelp(probably a bad idea), he threw his arms up to grab at the monsters and protect his face, though he still couldn't really see and had to mostly operate on feel and luck: swat at where it hurt and hope for the best.

Dammit.

[damned_monsters]

The buzzing grew angrier and louder as the prey decided to fight back. The dragonflies dispersed for a moment, hovering overhead before they came back down at Dist with a renewed fury. One or two of them were sporting bruises and damaged wings from his swats earlier and now they wanted revenge. Diving at his sides and his face again, the creatures let out an eerie cry as their mouths sought flesh to bite into.

[deadlyjuliet]

[from here]

Well, well, if that wasn't just what he'd wanted to see. Someone up ahead was battling a swarm of nasty beasts and Grell paused for a moment to appreciate the scene. He'd be bleeding soon enough and that almost made the death god want to stop and watch. Again.

Sylar is waiting though, he reminded himself. Plus using the poor sap trapped by those flying monstrosities was an easy way of getting past them himself. Smirking as he let the power die down in his eyes to better blend into the dark, Grell slipped on by the poor soul and continued on toward the rooms that awaited him.

[deadlyjuliet]

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[tostepforward]

[from here]

Now here there was trouble, and an uncomfortably large amount of people. That should be the door to the rooms where they performed the experiments - not somewhere Ayumu wanted to visit, especially not when it would likely be crowded with rescue teams tonight. She paused in the shadows, listening to the sounds of a struggle; it seemed to be nearing its end, if she judged it correctly, but someone was definitely injured.

Not her concern, though. Once she decided it was possible to do so, Ayumu carefully moved on, keeping to the far edge of the hallway in hope of not being noticed.

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