Night 51: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
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In contrast to the main hallway in the block behind her, this section of hallway seemed to be completely quiet. Creepily so, and dark with the sort of darkness that scared children (and, okay, maybe some teenagers who were completely mature and rational otherwise, which group definitely didn't include her) and made them jump from the ( Read more... )
In contrast to the main hallway in the block behind her, this section of hallway seemed to be completely quiet. Creepily so, and dark with the sort of darkness that scared children (and, okay, maybe some teenagers who were completely mature and rational otherwise, which group definitely didn't include her) and made them jump from the ( Read more... )
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Darkness fell in again as Morrigan rounded into the hall, settling around her shoulders like a choking cloak. It seemed to stretch on further in one direction than the other, and as she felt her way along the wall, she found confirmation of this: there was a bend, sharp, that suggested a second corridor.
Loathe as she was to put the wide expanse of darkness at her back, that seemed the best bet for finding an exit or an armory. With her vision so limited, she could wander forever in this place, waiting for her magic to return so she could take a more suitable form, or at the very least conjure something for a light.
Wandering helpless did not appeal, and so, ignoring that she was stuck doing so either way, she rounded the corner into the next hall.
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Almost there. She managed to stop paying attention to how many people were where and instead focus on just getting herself to the stairs as quickly as possible. It was the same hallway she'd been in with Bella the first night -- she cast one familiar, almost nostalgic look at the door to the nurse's station that they'd both failed to open.
At least one productive thing had come of that adventure. She knew she had a friend, she'd even go so far as to say a confidante, in Bella. That was important in a place like this.
The thought reminded her to bring it up with Peter and make sure he'd met someone he could talk to, as well. It didn't suit her at all to think that maybe he was stuck there with only her and Elle -- or worse, Sylar -- to talk to.
Past the nurse's station, it was just a quick right.
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He'd yet to pick up a new flashlight to replace his old one. Though Heat's night vision wasn't too bad and he shouldn't have any difficulty getting where he needed to go, he probably needed to fix that sooner rather than later. It might even be something he could ask his roommate about, if he felt like bothering.
What he really needed was a light ball. Somewhere in this place there had to be a hidden vendor he wasn't aware of.
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Navigating this part of the institute was becoming second nature to Rita. She'd traveled from her assigned room to the main hall several times, both during the day and night. It would be nice to think that this would be the last time, but Rita wasn't quite so optimistic anymore.
Escaping was a priority, as always, but Rita was beginning to understand that she also needed to be prepared for long-term survival, in case it came down to that. She didn't want to think about what would happen back on Terca Lumireis if she didn't return in time, but even worse than that was the hypothetical scenario of not returning at all. That was completely unacceptable.
Besides, she couldn't lose hope. Estelle and the others wouldn't let their world die, and they wouldn't let humankind be sacrificed. Even without Rita there... there still had to be a way.
Though her thoughts weighed heavily in her mind, Rita remained light on her feet as she stepped quietly into the next hall.
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