Night 50: F11-F20 Hallway
[F18→Hallway]
The indignation Natalia had felt following her conversation with Anise had faded, minutely, during dinner. It returned with a vengeance as that man's voice disturbed the air. How could he? What nerve, what absolute unfathomable gall to lie throughout the day, then speak so frankly when night fell. Why pretend at all? Why paint an inferior portrait of an Institution, then unleash such monstrosities at night? (Some were experimented on, Anise had said, of all the horrible--)
This place can wear you down, Guy had told her. At this moment, as she exchanged slippers for boots and moved through the room with an intense, restrained energy, she felt anything but.
Natalia would not stand for it. Clutching the map Mori had drawn for her, she sifted through her other "belongings" one last time. Would she need the "radio"? According to Guy, at times it sent out messages. In the end, it won the debate, and she left the room with pens in one pocket (and a page torn from her journal, folded), flashlight in the other, the radio under one arm, and Mori's map in her other hand.
Though she exited in an angry march, her steps slowed with caution as she entered the hall and her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Having paid more attention during the day, she understood that she needed to turn right to reach the main hallway. And from there--
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The indignation Natalia had felt following her conversation with Anise had faded, minutely, during dinner. It returned with a vengeance as that man's voice disturbed the air. How could he? What nerve, what absolute unfathomable gall to lie throughout the day, then speak so frankly when night fell. Why pretend at all? Why paint an inferior portrait of an Institution, then unleash such monstrosities at night? (Some were experimented on, Anise had said, of all the horrible--)
This place can wear you down, Guy had told her. At this moment, as she exchanged slippers for boots and moved through the room with an intense, restrained energy, she felt anything but.
Natalia would not stand for it. Clutching the map Mori had drawn for her, she sifted through her other "belongings" one last time. Would she need the "radio"? According to Guy, at times it sent out messages. In the end, it won the debate, and she left the room with pens in one pocket (and a page torn from her journal, folded), flashlight in the other, the radio under one arm, and Mori's map in her other hand.
Though she exited in an angry march, her steps slowed with caution as she entered the hall and her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Having paid more attention during the day, she understood that she needed to turn right to reach the main hallway. And from there--
[to here ]