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Night 47: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]Shinji emerged into another familiar hallway. At the same time, everything was off. He'd learned this his first night, but it seemed to get worse each time. He hated this feeling, but he had to press on. He couldn't run away. He couldn't hide. He didn't have any other choice. He paused for a brief moment to steel himself and then moved
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There was little in terms of patient traffic, something Homura counted as fortunate. He hadn't lingered in his room, so this meant night was just beginning, and patients in turn still making their preparations. Hopefully that would translate into fewer monsters out during this early hour, though Homura wouldn't take their absence for granted. His sword remained at the ready, and his pace delayed enough to allow him time to defend, should something strike out from the shadows.
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Another hallway Tyki knew quite well by now. Huh, if he remained in this place long enough he might not even need a map anymore.
Not really something to look forward to, he supposed. Even the Noah of Pleasure could get bored here...
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Where were all the guards? The place was crawling with nurses during the day, but the only people Carter had seen so far were other people in the grey-and-smiles prisoner uniforms. Unless they'd stationed an army at the doors this place seemed less escapeproof than Stalag 13, and yet nobody seemed to have found a way of escaping yet. Carter furrowed his brow in thought, sweeping his flashlight around the corner.
Not that he could see why anyone would want to escape. If they didn't make it out by tomorrow morning Carter wouldn't be all that disappointed.
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After locating a door and slowly pushing it open, Xemnas met the sight of another corridor. A corridor that was as equally dark and silent as the ones he had already passed through, but with a notable difference of it having two directions to pick from. Unfortunately, the small beam of his flashlight did not illuminate far enough to be able to perceive that what may have been at the end of either, making the choice of which direction to take a random one.
Closing the door softly behind him, the Nobody's amber eyes glanced around once more before choosing to head right.
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By the next hallway Carter had abandoned all premise of sneakery and was practically sauntering down the hallway, his flashlight held low only to make sure he didn't trip over anything. This was a piece of cake, or maybe a spoonful of delicious ice cream.
Any bad mood he'd received earlier today was fully evaporated, with a comfy room behind him and potential explosives in front of him.
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