Night 50: West Wing, South Hall 1-A

[heroesdontshave]

[from here]

Nothing in here either. Snow was starting to wonder if maybe Badou had been exaggerating when he said all of the staff turn into monsters. The place'd probably be crawling with Cie'th if that were really the case, or maybe they were all off in another part of the building. At least there wasn't anyone getting attacked or anything yet.

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[replicatedorder]

[ from here]

Already having noted the absence of people in the previous hall, Luke didn't stop to dwell on the fact that it was unusual that people were absent in the next hallway, as well. Up ahead, he saw someone moving along the hall, but he decided not to bother him. He wasn't sure if the head of hair and way of carrying himself was familiar, and he realized that what he was looking for was a familiar face. Even if they were in the cafeteria or the sun room, odds were that Luke would have seen them in passing.

It wasn't that he wanted to discount someone, but he needed someone on steady ground to put his ideas into action and sort out his theories. Maybe he should have tried to communicate his ideas with Guy instead, but Luke realized he did need an outside perspective. His friend would come with the morning, and they could discuss things. For now, Luke moved, hoping that the hallways would fill soon. At least, if he lingered here a little, it wouldn't be as bad. It would be less like an ambush.

[dreadofthegrave]

[ from here ]Where most nights Battler would simply pass through the door, this time he found himself pausing. Normally there was a general sense of what to do, but it seemed that the longer he was there, the more options opened up, and it was hard to say what was the most pressing and what would only lead to a dead end, especially when not everything could be accomplished at once. His best bet was probably to look into the happenings of the previous night. He didn't trust what the Head Doctor was saying about it at all, and while there was a good chance that any evidence of what had really happened had either been tampered with or cleared away, it would be stupid to assume that before even trying

[replicatedorder]

In the midst of trying to seek out someone else to accompany him for the evening, it never occurred to Luke that someone would approach him first. The red head of hair and face looked familiar, and the dots slid together very quickly for him. He recalled attacking the woman that this guy had been with, and he recalled the conversation the next day. It unsettled him that he would run into him now, because his stomach filled with guilt at having to face him. Most of his victims that night had been connected to Cloud, and thankfully, his roommate managed to assuage his worries. This was different

[dreadofthegrave]

Friend, huh.... That wasn't exactly that word Battler would use when it came to Beatrice, so it felt strange to hear her being referred to that way. It wasn't like he hated her, but even so, a small trace of bitterness made him want to rebel against the idea. It certainly wouldn't have been the first time. But still, it wasn't the time or place for antagonism, so he kept his thoughts to himself

[its_the_mileage]

[from here]

As he walked--the hall was quiet, as expected--Indy tried to take stock of who was tagging along tonight and found he couldn't. He'd mentioned the expedition to five people (Dent, Ryuuzaki, Lunge, Keman and Logan), but the only ones he could be reasonably sure of were Peter and Pilgrim. There was a good chance they'd have to scupper Logan's two-group plan, and failing that...well, he'd just have to think of something.

[its_the_mileage]

[ahead to here]

[gamingsostfu]

[from here]

The next hallway wasn't much different, crowd wise; this was definitely an improvement to the night before. Things just ran so much more smoothly for Matt when he wasn't constantly surrounded by people - and then his cool returned. With a deep breath, he kept going, going so far as to jog.

Yeah, he was ready for the interaction to be over with, whether it had already started or not.

[swornandbroken]

[from here, skipping M-A block]

Matt was already out and about, Mello saw after he made his way through the relatively quiet hall to the south of his room and stepped into the busier one beyond. He looked about as enthused as Mello was.

"I have your damn drugs," he said.

He'd planned to go upstairs, back to the closet where he'd gotten the pipe, to scavenge more and start to stockpile them, and to look around the larger room there for supplies. But there was a pressure building in him, that sat like a heaviness squeezing his temples, and Mello was starting to feel an awful lot like doing something reckless tonight. Hell, beating the crap out of something sounded good.

"You know where to find smokes?" He didn't want to leave Matt completely to his own devices, not if there were a chance he could at least salvage an alliance out of this. They'd been friends, and that wasn't nothing; and Matt had died helping him, which bothered Mello more than he wanted to admit, and wasn't nothing at all.

[gamingsostfu]

Oh, there he was. And already making with the attitude, it seemed. Matt could feel the flush creeping across his face, his cheeks becoming hotter by the second; he didn't like this at all.

Approaching the blond slowly, he held a hand out for the drugs, the other tightening its grip on the pillowcase. He fixed Mello with an even stare, trying to ignore the fact that he was still pretty damn out of it. Slowly, he shook his head, hoping he didn't give too much away; as it sat at the moment, Matt felt that he had somewhat of the upper hand, and it was a good feeling.

He was more than a little surprised at Mello's question, though, and it probably showed on his face. "There're actually some smokes 'round here?" That was probably the best damn news he'd heard all day!

[swornandbroken]

Mello rolled his eyes, but he handed the vials and syringes over. There was a slowness and care to Matt's movements that said he might be overcompensating for something, and there weren't too many options for what that might be, in this place.

"Yeah, there's smokes around here." If Matt had managed to get himself sedated, he'd be a liability if they ran into anything nasty, but he'd fare much worse on his own than he would if Mello had his back. Fine, he concluded his brief mental debate. Maybe helping Matt out would assuage that lingering feeling of guilt, the one that persisted no matter how many times he told himself he hadn't yet sent him out on the mission that had killed him. Don't even try to kid yourself, came that unwelcome voice. You'll know the cost and do it anyway, if you think you have to, if you get out of here in time. That's what you do, because no one else is an important as you are, right?

Mello's jaw tensed. When I get out, I'll find another way. The only way to shut that voice up was to prove it wrong. He forced

[affictitious]

[From here.]

Oh. People. A small handful, but... people. Walking around and not being comatose.

Well. Huh.

A few white walls still hadn't told him much besides someone had forgotten to pay the electric bill and he wasn't the only one to be gifted the small, nondescript flashlight. None of them particularly caught his eye (another thing about being an archangel: he knew the assholes on sight. Now... he wasn't getting anything. From anyone. His optimistic nature was going to go down the toilet if this kept up.) so he kept on. Nothing to see.

[To here.]

[notthistrain]

[from here]

So far, there was no sign of familiar spiked black hair. No problem, really. The doors had just opened, and the best place to meet up with him would be the next hall over. That had worked well for him in the past and hopefully it would work for him tonight.

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