Night 50: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
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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. ( Read more... )
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. ( Read more... )
As Harvey spotted more patients lingering around in the hallways, or moving through them at a similar pace to his own, he had to wonder if any of them were heading to the same meeting that he was. At one point, he would have considered walking up to someone and asking just like that, but as he was now, that was out of the question.
He'd meet them when he met them, and there was a very small chance of him liking them. How many people who he knew here did he actually get along with (in a vague sense of the term)? He could probably count them on one hand, and even that was a bit much.
Granted, the numbers probably wouldn't be any different in Gotham, but at least he'd be able to live for himself there, rather than being tossed around by a mad scientist. Harvey just hoped Landel had never heard of Arkham. Shaking his head at the thought, he made his way down the rest of the hall and then took a left. Almost there.
[To here.]
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