Night 51: Hallway M21-M30

[bprd_fishman]

Well, that put a damper on any swimming plans. Abe could hardly leave L to his fate, he had enough guilt for what had happened to Scarecrow and nobody deserved such tortures. He packed up quickly, slipping the ring onto his finger (if he made it outside again he'd need to mark the place as Landel had said) and snapping the BPRD-issue belt around

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[human_sponge]

Peter would have killed for a proper medical bag.

There had to be one around somewhere, but he had yet to find it for himself. The pharmacy, maybe. He needed to get up there in the worst way, but for now he was going to have to just shove all of his supplies into a pillow case -- or rather, arrange his supplies neatly in a pillow case and hope for the best. Syringes were not items that could be treated harshly, after all; he was just glad that they were packaged in a small box so that they weren't free-floating. It would be far too easy for one to get uncapped and jab someone through the flimsy fabric of his makeshift bag

[human_sponge]

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M23

[rischiarare]

The Nobody was more than ready when the Doctor's voice echoed out of the boxes on the wall, bouncing off the bleached stone of the institute. Roxas had prepared even during dinner, setting out the pipe he'd snatched from the bathroom (which had strangely been replaced the next day) that would become his Keyblade if he needed it to. If it had been anyone else Roxas was meeting that night, he could safely say he might have gone on without them, he was just so eager to get out of the room

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[composers_proxy]

Dinner passed pretty much as usual, though it was interesting to actually get to talk to Roxas a little before the announcements went off. Neku didn't have much, so gathering it only took a little while and he had his makeshift pins and mp3 player ready to go. Flashlight and maps were next and that was it really.

So what was it gonna be tonight? He had no plans, no one to meet up with, Sora was busy with his own stuff and whatever the arts and crafts club did. Hopefully this time he wouldn't run into any more depressed old guys.

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Outside M24

[thatmaskedchick]

[from here.]

Barriers weren’t really a problem for Ruby, provided there wasn’t any salt in her way. Sam’s door was closed when she got there, but she could hear a little movement inside. She knocked, purely out of formality, and opened the door before he had a chance to respond.

“Hey.”

Ruby was doing what she did best, really. She had appeared and disappeared at random intervals for months, and she couldn’t let that go even when she was trapped in the same building as Sam was. There had to be some element of spontaneity there to keep him on his toes. Well, sort of. It had been a whole twenty-four hours since she’d seen him last, which was beginning to make Ruby feel positively clingy, but it couldn’t be helped. As much as she tried to avoid him during the day, going much longer than this without seeing him was getting pretty damn impossible. They were in too close quarters for that, so what she lacked in physical distance she had to make up by ignoring personal boundaries.

M24

[allroadslead]

Sam had been standing over the dresser, doing a last minute inspection of the Glock when a knock made him look up. He managed half a step before it opened. His first instinct was Dean-which, if he thought about it, was a little crazy to consider. Two weeks ago, Dean knocking on his door wouldn't have even been on the radar, never mind the default.

But anyway, it wasn't Dean, it was Ruby. His eyebrows lifted in slight surprise, but he went to what he was doing a second later. He hadn't expected her to come to him since they'd mostly been doing it the other way around, but since when did Ruby ever stick to the status quo for long?

"So is this a social or business call?"

Or both, he thought dryly, tucking the gun at the small of his back. He had a couple of things he wanted to talk to her about, too, but if she was here, then it meant she wanted something. And after their conversation last night, Sam couldn't help but wonder what that was

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[thatmaskedchick]

“Why can’t it be both?” Ruby made herself comfortable on one of the beds, not caring whether it was Sam’s or his roommate’s. There wasn’t much in the way of personal property here anyway, besides the clothes and weapons some of them had accumulated. Like Sam, with his gun and the same faded blue jeans he always wore. She’d doubted he’d ever really been big on possessions, living out of motels and back seat of a car, but here the clothes and a stolen pistol were all he actually had. “How many bullets have you got left?” she asked, as amiably as if she had been making an observation about the weather. Not many, probably. It wasn’t as if they had regular access to ammunition or the ability to make their own. Not like she was overly concerned about it, or anything. She had her knife and that was all she needed. The gun was just a convenience to make sure that Sam didn’t get his ass killed before they could get back to where they were supposed to be

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[allroadslead]

Stay in, huh. That-that was never an innocent suggestion coming from Ruby. But yeah, Sam mostly wanted to know what she might know, which meant that there was no reason to head out. It seemed like all the times in which they'd left their rooms was when the least amount of work got done. Doing the opposite was only logical.

Except a part of him still wasn't comfortable with the idea of sitting on his ass when other people were out there. Even if it was technically their choice, it wasn't like there were a whole lot of options around here when it came down to stay in and think yourself to death or go out and maybe actually die. It wasn't as though he hadn't managed to help a couple of people here and there, despite having almost nothing at his disposal

M27

[7_to_midnight]

Spock left as silently and efficiently as he always did, one of the few things that Sylar appreciated about the guy after dealing with unconscious or nonexistent roommates for so much time. As soon as he left the room, Sylar stood from his reclining position on the bed, getting into his usual boots and coat and rummaging through his closet. The razor blades were there, along with his needles, and he pocketed a couple of each along with some pens before he grabbed his flashlight and pointed it outward as he made his usual exit from the room.

There was an underlying tension to his steps, but he ignored it. He was in more control than he'd been last night - he could sense it, feel it. He'd keep himself single-mindedly focused: go upstairs, get more stuff. And he'd do it alone. No distractions, and no chance of anyone seeing him if he...

If you what? Sylar frowned and kept going down the hall, drowning his thoughts to silence.

Go upstairs. Get stuff.

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[composers]

What an awful day it'd been