Night 51: M-A Block Hallway

[girlsandgadgets]

[From here.]After two consecutive nights of traveling with his roommate, Edgar found it strange to have left him behind; however, they could cover more ground apart, and Gren would probably be concerned if he knew he had his heart set on returning to the courtyard shed. While it was true he'd recover faster if he didn't spend his nights trekking

Comments

[spandexorgtfo]

[from here]

Once he got out into one of the larger halls, Kratos stopped. He hadn't considered where exactly he would be going, and the realization that he was doing something incredibly Lloyd-ish (dashing into a situation completely unprepared) hit him hard. He needed someplace to go if he was to fulfill his goal for the night, which was to be productive.

Recalling the map of the Institute, Kratos remembered that there was a room devoted to patient possessions on the second floor, oft mentioned on the board before the Institute had decided (logically) to begin censoring patient messages. It seemed...an interesting room to explore. He'd had his share of run-ins with his supposed "real" self's life, true, but from what he'd heard, there were things to be found up there that were obviously from the lives that people properly remembered.

It seemed reason enough to go.

[skipping to here]

[for_a_song]

[From here]

It was strange setting out on his own. The last two nights, he'd had Edgar along so that they could watch each other's backs, and in the army, they'd never moved alone. To do so on Titan was to court death by either the hands of the enemy or a sudden sandstorm.

It left him feeling vulnerable, but he knew they'd be able to cover more ground this way, and honestly, after the day he'd had, it was easier--he didn't have to worry about hiding how shaken he was by the thought that people were being hauled off for experiments on what was apparently a nightly basis. He paused momentarily, trying to remember where he'd seen the stairwells to the second floor. He hadn't given them much thought during the day, and at night, the halls were somewhat disorientating. After a moment to get his bearings, though, he was on his way.

[for_a_song]

[ to here]

[bprd_fishman]

[ From here]

Abe's fingers traced the wall as he slid around the corner, walking fast (not running, that would just leave him with his newly gained nose smashed into a door), trying to call up his mental map of the area. He'd only seen a small portion of the second floor and he had no idea where they took the experimental victims. Hopefully Howl had some idea, or by the time they even figured out where in the building L was...

Scarecrow had lived, Abe counseled himself, and only had mild psychological trauma from the incident. The important thing was to find him.

[ To here.]

[scintillatingly]

[From here.]

Roxas sharing the same block as him was definitely going to make things handy. It meant that he wouldn't have to go too far to meet him, and seeing how they didn't have an exact plan, that was a good thing. Sora knew how precious time was at night, so he was glad that they wouldn't be forced into doing any backtracking.

He paused in the hall for a moment, wondering if he could catch Roxas as he left his room and moved toward the block's exit. Sora only managed to wait for about five seconds before he decided to just keep moving, though. They were meeting just outside, so he might as well just get there.

Maybe he was a little impatient, but he was used to waiting for people by now. Kairi seemed to be the only one who could actually beat him places sometimes, and that was because she was... Kairi. Sora knew that explanation didn't make sense, and yet it worked in his head.

Smiling, he moved out.

[scintillatingly]

[To here.]

[human_sponge]

[From here.]

Peter did feel a little bit ridiculous walking down the hall with a pillow case slung over his shoulder like he was Santa Claus gone wrong, but he tried not to think too hard about it. Unfortunately, the contents of the bag kept clinking against each other, and that just made it worse. Maybe it was for the best that he'd just stuck with the Landel's uniform for tonight...

Granted, the hallway was pretty much deserted at the moment, which meant that he didn't have to worry too much. Figuring that he should take advantage of his good fortune, he sped up a little, heading for the door with his flashlight's beam extended forward. It caused the rustling of the bag to grow louder, but he was doing his best to ignore it.

He had to shuffle around a little to open the door at the end of the hall once he reached it, but he was eventually successful and stepped through.

[human_sponge]

[To here.]