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here]As von Karma set foot inside this room, he clicked his flashlight back on and waved it around to see whether any dangers were present. So far, all he could see were two long shelves on either side of him, containing small, flimsy boxes in apparent alphabetical order
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If her main priority had been scavenging for things she might find a use for, her time might have been better spent in the storage room after her stint in the janitor’s closet.
Instead, Yomi stood in the threshold of the patient possessions room and pulled her flashlight out to illuminate the space within.
So this was where the hospital kept the “patient” belongings. Assumedly what they would’ve had on them when they’d arrived. What Yoshiko would have had. And there were rows and rows of such storage boxes, stored in a more orderly fashion than what’d been in the room she’d just left behind. For a moment, she didn’t move, merely kept letting her light drift amongst the shelves. There was no practical reason why she should be here. She’d taken her file with the partial desire to remove the copy from the records, but now wasn’t entirely sure if it hadn’t simply respawned in the filing cabinet the next night. No real assurance Yoshiko’s belongings ( ... )
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The door had been kicked open. That was the first thing Kvothe noticed as they reached the room. It swung open easy at a touch of his hand and the flashlight beam bounced from the no longer so orderly rows of boxes within. "Well, I guess we don't have to worry about getting in," he muttered to Demyx under his breath. Each of the boxes was labeled with a name, and he started moving toward the 'K's. "How are they ordered?" He asked after a moment, looking toward Demyx. "Our real names, or the names they call us?"
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"How big's your lute?" he asked, as an afterthought. Maybe it wasn't in a box, either.
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"Mission accomplished," he announced, holding up a clenched fist in victory. "You'll have to play it for me sometime." A thought struck him. "Or hey, maybe we could even do a duet!" Actually, he wasn't sure if he'd ever actually heard a lute, so he didn't quite know if its music would blend well with a sitar, but - well, they'd find a way. He'd used to think humans would never accept a Nobody, either, and he'd been proven wrong more times than he'd ever have believed since he'd arrived at the institute.
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Jackson, Katherine was exactly where it belonged. Something shifted inside as she picked it up and reread the nameplate. It wasn't like her to be indecisive, and it was just more lies, but she still hesitated to open it up.
She turned fully away from von Karma and his box -- there was something private about seeing pieces of a life laid out like this, like possessions boxed up before a funeral.
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There was only one valid explanation: Ms. Taura must have found it first and set it down before him. But how had he missed seeing it? It was then that he found himself standing in front of the "L" row. He had completely overshot his target by several letters.
Damn you, Landel! I refuse to fall victim to this induced senility.Attempting to control his internal rage, von Karma looked up at Taura. Her back was turned towards him, but he could see that she had already retrieved her own box. Was she facing away from him for her own privacy -- or for his? It truly mattered little in the end. In a weary yet still dignified tone of voice, he said, "Thank you, Ms. Taura," although his gratitude was more for the respect she had ( ... )
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Each time it came down, she adjusted the splay of her fingers and the angle of her arms -- what started out as a stiff motion gradually relaxed, until her shoulder blades had settled back into place, and her hands met rubber like a caress.
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