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Night 47: M21-30 Hallway

Feb 10, 2010 16:08

Shinji once again lingered on the threshold of his room, debating on whether he truly wanted to step out into the dark, uninviting hallways. The sense of claustrophobia, of being watched, of being enclosed were already starting to creep up on him. He rubbed at his arms, swallowing softly. He paused to pick up his flashlight, rolling it back and ( Read more... )

shinji, hanekoma, s.t., asch, sylar, haine, abe sapien, peter petrelli, shikamaru, ruby, spock, l, sam winchester, roxas

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M27 7_to_midnight February 12 2010, 02:43:46 UTC

The best way Sylar could describe his feelings after his most recent dinner with Spock was "mixed." Sure, it wasn't the first time he'd tried using his mother's death to his advantage, but it was the first time that it'd bothered him so damn much. Maybe it was the fact that he was actively pursuing that means or maybe it was the end it was leading him to, but either way, he didn't like it. In fact, he didn't like the entire funk that seemed to come over him every dinner shift these days, and he also didn't like the weird, small feeling of weakness that followed him even after he closed M27's door behind him.

Sylar scowled as he glanced up and down the hallway, his flashlight gripped tight in case any of that creature's friends tried to finish off what the first one had started. He wasn't about to rely on any more idiot Samaritans, so he was consciously quick and obsessively cautious as he glanced at the ceiling and continued down the hall.

[ To here. ]

rischiarare February 13 2010, 05:34:28 UTC

For the first time in his existence, Roxas had found the answers he'd sought. He had found his way around all of the hiding, all of the mysteries, all of the lies, to find what he'd wanted to find. A purpose. An identity.

He just... wasn't sure what to do with it.

The Keyblade Master's Other. It left a sour note in the Nobody's mouth, his being defined by Sora. He wanted so many things he couldn't have. A heart. An existence, untied to someone else. Even the ability to wield the Keyblades wasn't his alone. He had some broken friendship with Axel to mend, now that he understood why the redhead had hidden the answers from him for so long. It still disturbed him - friendships were based on trust, weren't they? At least, that sounded right - but it was something to salvage. Despite what Axel had done to him, he wanted his friendship back. That's why he had left the Organization behind in the first place. He'd wanted to gather Xion and smooth out the rough edges regarding his existence and eat ice cream on the clock tower.

The clock ( ... )

rischiarare February 13 2010, 05:51:53 UTC

[To here.]

M23 composers_proxy February 13 2010, 20:33:50 UTC

Dinner had been fairly uneventful. Roxas was about as anti-social as Neku had been before the Reaper's game and after the long day he'd had, Neku hadn't been keen on working too hard to make conversation. He gathered up his art supplies though, and was ready to go once the weird stuff on the radio came up.

It was a lot easier to carry the art supplies in his pillowcase, so he tucked them all carefully inside and grabbed his flashlight before heading out the door.

[Down to M29]

Outside M24. Oh hay, S4 spoilers. thatmaskedchick February 13 2010, 08:14:44 UTC

[from here.]

And there she was. Ruby stood in front of the closed door for a moment, wondering how much attention it would attract if she were to knock. Probably no more than she was attracting by standing out here looking like an idiot, really, but a lot depended on appearances right now. What if Dean decided go looking for Sam instead of the other way around? She'd supposedly just met Sam yesterday. Showing up at his room like this would be a little weird.

But they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. Sam was more important than Dean, in the grand scheme of things. Yes, they needed him to break the first Seal and get the ball rolling, but after that he only mattered to the angels trying to make him their bitch. Sam, on the other hand, had a part to play and Ruby was going to get him ready for it, no matter where they found themselves. If Dean showed up, she'd lie. She was a demon; she was good at that.

She raised her hand and knocked. "Sam? It's me."

M24 allroadslead February 14 2010, 00:34:45 UTC

It seemed he'd at least answered the question about what Gabriel (or Sylar, apparently) had to do with Peter, even if there wasn't much Sam could do with the information except just keep it in mind. Especially since it didn't look like Gabriel was in any way interested in approaching him. He supposed it was good to get a heads up instead of flying in the dark, in any case.

Though he did hope Peter would be okay tonight. He'd kind of flown out of the room and Sam didn't doubt Peter had run off to try to look for his brother again.

He frowned, drummed his finger along the length of the Glock that still didn't feel as at home in his hands as his own gun would've. His flashlight was dead, too. It'd spluttered for a few seconds, but that was about as good as it would give. Unfortunate, but he supposed he could just rely on Ruby's and Dean's for the night. It'd free up a hand at least, and that was never a bad thing.

-speak of the devil.

Sam reached for his jacket and shrugged it on. "Yeah, it's open."

Re: M24 thatmaskedchick February 14 2010, 06:30:06 UTC

Ruby closed the door behind her and leaned on it. "Hey," she said as if meeting Sam in his room in a supernatural nuthouse was a common, everyday thing. "So what's this thing you needed to talk to me about?"

It could have been anything, knowing Sam. Probably had something to do with Dean, but maybe it didn't. At any rate, it gave her an in. He'd tell her whatever it was that needed telling, and then she could start with the persuasion on her end, start wearing him down. If she didn't convince him tonight, that was fine. She could wait.

allroadslead February 14 2010, 07:04:30 UTC

"Dean told me about the deal," Sam said without any preamble. He didn't have a lot of time before Dean would start to wonder what was taking so long.

Instinctive, he glanced down at his wrist before he realized that he didn't have his watch. He crossed his arms over his chest instead.

"Anyway, that's not the point. The point is, he's probably going to be keeping an eye on me to make sure I don't try anything. So I need you to look into it for me."

If she could, that was. Their circumstances weren't exactly conducive to research and even if it was, Sam was pretty aware that the surefire way boiled down to kill Lilith. But Lilith wasn't here and as depressing as the thought of being stuck here for a full year was, Sam wasn't so naive as to rule it out. Anything could happen. And if it did happen, he sure as hell wasn't letting Dean get dragged downstairs ( ... )

Thread 8

Outside M29 composers_proxy February 13 2010, 20:37:29 UTC

Once outside the hall, it was a short walk to Mr. H's room. That and Neku couldn't deny he was interested in seeing what the barista came up with as far as pins went. He toted the bag of art supplies down the hall and knocked sharply on the door a few times before settling back and waiting for a response.

"Mr. H?"

Re: Outside M29 catstreetblues February 14 2010, 02:51:55 UTC

As soon as he heard the knock and Neku's voice, Sanae sprang up from his seat, abandoning his nearly-finished dinner. His supplies were here. They were here, they were here, they were really here...oh, right. Public image. Gotcha.

CAT schooled his face into the most benign expression he could manage at the moment and opened the door. "Oh, hey, Phones! Got my stuff, I see."

Re: Outside M29 composers_proxy February 14 2010, 03:04:09 UTC

Luckily he didn't have to stand around long before the door opened and a familiar face greeted him. He nodded and held the bag out toward the older man, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders. Maybe it wasn't much, but he had enough faith in CAT to know the guy would be able to make it work with whatever he had.

"Yeah. I thought the pins might last longer if they were made out of clay instead of paper, so I threw some in too. Up to you though. Got paint, markers, brushes, and I think a needle and thread in case we didn't get pins I figured we could just... sew 'em to a belt or something," another shrug. Shiki would probably be loving this kind of thing, but even if he set trends from time to time, he didn't actually make any of his clothing like she did.

Re: Outside M29 catstreetblues February 14 2010, 03:14:14 UTC

Sanae accepted the bag and opened it so he could peer inside; sure enough, everything that Neku had listed was there. Victory. It was a good variety too, enough stuff to ensure that if he ran out of Option A, there'd always be B, C, and maybe even D to back him up. The problem was now he'd spend fifteen minutes trying to decide which medium was best, but that was a problem that he preferred to have.

He nodded. "Alright, I'll see what I can cook up for ya. Thanks again, Phones. Know you've probably got something lined up tonight, so I'll let you go without the small talk." Sanae would make sure, though, that tomorrow they would have a little match of catch up.

Thread 5

M27 dual_worlds February 15 2010, 02:06:22 UTC

He had eaten the full portion of food allotted to him, though this was not particularly unusual since he did not require as much sustenance as full-blooded Humans. Aside from changing into his uniform, there was little for Spock to do in order to prepare himself for nightshift ( ... )