Night 50: Main Hallway, 1-Center

[perfectrecord]

[From here]Unlike the western section, the central portion of this hallway was completely deserted. On any other night, von Karma would have used this to his advantage to arrive at one of the upstairs locations before anyone else did. The Janitor's Closet, for one, contained a large cache of metal that he could use to compensate Mr. Geeste for

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[its_the_mileage]

[from here]

Indy swept the light around as he approached the center of the main hallway, making a slow, careful arc, but it didn't pick up anything moving or any shadows that shouldn't have been there. Looked like the coast was clear then, at least for now.

He moved as quietly as possible over to the Sun Room doors and listened. If there was anyone--or anything--in there lying in wait for hapless would-be adventurers, they were being quiet about it. An easy trip might be too much to hope for, but you never knew; maybe they'd get lucky. In fact, now Indy wondered if the bigger problem wouldn't be getting all these people to pay attention, get along with each other and not do anything stupid.

He took a few steps back to stand by the wall next to the doors, on the side nearer the patient blocks. Then he waited.

[vsyourface]

[From here]

Between the 1-B halls and the main one, Scott had done his best to beat down his nervousness to a bloody pulp. Somehow, like a veritable cockroach of inner terror, it still survived, but he had managed to wipe (most) traces of said nervousness off his face, at least. Good, too, because there was the first of his partymates up ahead by the Sun Room door. It wouldn't do well to go up to Indy and say "Hi! I think I might have made a huge mistake and am going to die tonight! So how's things?", now would it? He shook his head in answer to his own question. So, again, Scott forced himself not to think that way. Their group was going to be big; tonight was going to be okay. No, it was going to be epic.

Probably.

Scott summoned a grin and waved ahead. "Hey, Indy! Fancy meeting you here," he called out as he ran up in approach. Again, the limp was still apparent in his stride, but Scott was managing well enough. "Ahhh, is it ever good to see you back in The Fedora. That Yankees hat didn't suit you at all, dude," said Scott once

[its_the_mileage]

Pilgrim was the first one of the group to arrive, with a metal baseball bat and his usual enthusiasm in tow. Indy noticed another thing about the kid immediately: the limp was better than it had been but still not gone. Damn. If the leg was slowing him down, Pilgrim would probably be better staying out of a fight and trying to get across to move farther into the basement. At the same time, though, the thought of letting Scott Pilgrim, mighty vegan-killer, lead the charge into the unknown almost made Indy want to contemplate hanging up his hat and pulling the covers over his head. If Indy didn't go with that group himself, he'd have to rely on the cooler heads of Ryuuzaki or Lunge to keep the younger guys in check.

"Er, thanks," Indy replied, and then added, "dude," just to yank Pilgrim's proverbial chain a little. He had to think about the question, actually--was he excited? Yeah, maybe, he decided. Certainly he felt that old sense of anticipation stirring, the one that always hit him right before he set off on an expedition. He had

[vsyourface]

Scott swore: every time Indiana Jones uttered or wrote the word "dude," his soul was split between dying of glee and dying of "this is so wrong."

Regardless of which feeling came out on top, his grin became a bit less put on at that. If Indy was actually excited, that gave Scott a bit more of the real excitement he needed. "Oh yeah, totally! Completely. We've got this by the balls, man. I think we're gonna make some major progress," he answered. With any shred of luck, Scott hoped to be right. With a good, healthy serving size of luck, he hoped to be right without getting pulverized down to his very last piece of heart again.

"So, I lost count on the board. How many do you think we're expecting total before we get going?" he asked, deliberately resting the bat over his shoulder in a very casual manner.

[swornandbroken]

[from here]

So now it had come to it, the conversation that Mello had half dreaded and half hoped for, and he still didn't know how to explain, much less how to spin it so it wouldn't sound pathetic. He realized he needed Matt more than Matt needed him, here and now, anyway; needed someone he could trust. Needed someone to help him get the hell out of here, since going it alone had, for once in his life, proved a pretty crappy idea. All the arguments with himself in the world, and all the force of will he could muster, wouldn't change that. The evidence was staring him in the face constantly, with every step he took still trapped in the Institute. Mello shoved the thought to the back of his mind, and hoped Matt wouldn't figure it out for himself.

"You're going to think I'm a lot more fucked up than I really am, after you hear this. I'm handling it." Matt didn't have to know how much of a lie that was, either. "They underestimated how damn stubborn I am."

[gamingsostfu]

The next hallway they traipsed through was less occupied, but that didn't settle the bad feeling that was building in Matt's gut. So I was right all along, he thought with a slight shake to his head. There is something wrong with Mello. They got to him, and it just made the fear Matt had been fighting seem more reasonable.

If they can do something like this to Mello - something so serious it throws off the entire basis of Mello's personality - then think about what they could do to me. It was a disturbing thought, and one Matt wanted to pursue in full with the total privacy.

He followed the blond closely still, glancing around discreetly. "Let's wait 'til we find the doc's office," he commented meaningfully.

[swornandbroken]

That had been Mello's thought, too, and he was glad to leave behind even the few people out and about as they passed the sun room and got closer to the doctor's offices. The last thing he wanted was pity from anyone; it would be intolerable from Matt. He wanted Matt to stick with him because he'd earned his loyalty, not because the guy felt bad for him. If Mello couldn't manage that much with someone who didn't need any persuasion about what he was capable of, then they really had fucked him up beyond fixing.

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[hasnomeaning]

[from here]

Few were in this hall compared to the nights prior. A few men, talking close to the opposite doors. Staying near to the outside wall, Ayanami continued discretely. She had no need for more people coming up to her to make useless small talk. The location she sought was near, the doors that they had passed through when they had went to that town.

That the Second had been so against trying them was a wonder. It was something that should be seen. If they could walk out. There would be almost nowhere to go, but it would reveal if the aspect was of a freedom or a forced cage. She moved to the door, reaching to the handle.

[blood_and_pocky]

[Due to an unintentional OOC delay (fail is me!), scenario is being ICly played out as though the hall’s still essentially empty as it was before.]

Aidou considered his options. He wasn’t as concerned about subduing one prisoner as he was about being spotted in the act, and normally he wouldn’t consider attacking in an open area unless the conditions were perfect. What he’d done with Sohma Kagura had been risky, almost too risky for him now. Still, when the main corridor was as deserted as this, it had its advantages: he could come and go undetected. In tighter corridors, if he veered too close, even a human would be able to sense that something was near.

Here, though, a vampire could easily slip his actions past the three by the Sun Room… He still had some of his natural speed

[hasnomeaning]

It started to move easily under her hand. This door, at least, was unlocked. The pilot moved to follow through and open it when movement came at her side. She had barely realized that, when force came crashing into her, dulling her senses. Ayanami's legs buckled, and she felt an arm slide around her.

Her vision blackened, gray filling her sight, and she had a solitary thought, a brief fleeting concern that she might lose consciousness. The face of the attack, and its nature, were already beyond her.

[blood_and_pocky]

[to here]

[poorexample]

[From here.]As they moved down the hall, Castiel spotted more people in matching attire who were either standing around and conversing or waiting on their own. He didn't understand why these humans were being so inactive when they were clearly being held here against their will, much like him and his current traveling partner, but he didn't have the time to try and puzzle through it

[predictator]

Oh, Castiel had given an answer this time, and a bit of extra information, too! If he was looking for an exit, he must not have wanted to be here, either. Izaya smiled to himself as he walked with the man down the hallway.

"So, are you from America?" he asked, deciding to ask directly to confirm his assumptions.

He kept his flashlight on as they walked; he couldn't move as stealthily as before now that he was no longer alone, but there were so many people out of doors anyway... It wasn't exactly a crowd, but one more person wouldn't stand out, either. He swung the light back and forth to look for anything particularly noteworthy. They passed a hall branching off to the left-possibly where Castiel had come from, in which case it might lead to more rooms-and another set of stairs to the right

[poorexample]

The boy seemed to know the meaning of efficiency, which Castiel could appreciate. On the other hand, he also seemed to be prone to asking a multitude of questions. Castiel knew he couldn't judge the Orihara for it too much, as he could be guilty of the same behavior. That being said, the question was difficult to answer

[sasuke_of_sound]

[[from here]]

Footsteps in every direction. On the bright side, his destination was usually considerably more deserted than this. Enough for an uninterrupted murder, at any rate.

Taking care to keep to the side of the wall opposite to the Sun Room doors, Sasuke continued at full speed.

[doctorbadtouch]

[from here]

He avoided the sunroom as Ritsuka had warned him, pace slowing as he got to the further end of the hall. Wait for something single and pretty to walk by, or pick up a pair? He shifted the chainsaw off and rolled his shoulder once.

Decisions decisions.

He assessed the few patients in the hall critically. Single and pretty presented itself first. Though he couldn't make out the features quickly enough, the lines of his body were nice, and he was heading in the proper direction.

He quickened his pace so he wouldn't be overtaken. All it took was getting the back of the chainsaw in the boy's way, just a quick accidental bump to slow him down.

[sasuke_of_sound]

When one set of footsteps drew nearer than the others, Sasuke thought little more of it than to tense the hand on his sword. The halls were wide, it was true, but there would inevitably be others passing through -- and there they went, moving quickly past Sasuke.

Except then Sasuke's arm and side bumped into something hard. There was no way another patient would have failed to notice him at this range, darkness or no, but the height and angle of it could have been accidental. A new patient or a particularly clumsy one, or someone he knew trying to get his attention quietly: Sasuke blinked once, Sharingan flaring and then dying out again. Not chakra he had seen before, but something about the timbre of it felt like it ought to be famiilar.

"Watch your step," he said, voice low enough to be subtle, just in case it was an ally.

[doctorbadtouch]

Not a bad face either, but he didn't startle easily and he carried a weapon like he knew what to do with it. It made sense, the doctor supposed. He would probably be dead otherwise.

"Excuse me," He replied, voice equally low. He backed off a step. "I was mistaken. I thought you were someone I knew."