Night 52: M1-M10 Hallway

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Goku made a strange noise of confusion when he heard this mysterious voice talking to him. It reminded him of last night when Marc had been talking to him from some unknown corner of the kitchen. He knew, however, that this wasn't Marc. The voices were different, but it was still strange. Standing up on his bed, the monkey boy began pacing the thin

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M2 - waiting for Sam

[theroadsofar]

Dean Winchester made it through the day without getting sheeped by the Trickster.

Hell yes he was gonna pat himself on the back for that one.

He never thought he’d be so grateful to make it through the day as a red-blooded human until today.

He'd wolfed down dinner so fast he would've made Sam sick if he was here. Dean shotgunned his way through it so he could get dressed and out the door as soon as that jackass on the intercom finished twirling his mustache. He still had no idea how the Trickster had survived, aside from Dean just missing by an inch, and if he was here, then he was up to something. Dean just knew he was. Place like this had a whole big concentration of potential prey and not only that, but c'mon, a bored demigod with a cheesy, if not sometimes awesome, sense of humor? Stuck smack in a haunted mental asylum out of a B-movie? And he was supposed to believe that this thing wasn’t at all tempted?

Yeah, he didn’t think so. The Trickster probably had some fingers in this cookie jar, one way or another

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Reaching Dean's room, Sam rapped his knuckles against the door only once before pushing it open and stepping inside. He was starting to get used to actually having to go somewhere else just to talk to his brother.

Or, you know. Talking to his brother at all. He did miss the freaking phones, though. Goddamn it. The things you took for granted when you weren't stuck inside a mental asylum located on a completely different sector of the conventional world.

"So, uh. Something you wanted to tell me?" Sam made his way to the other end of the room, where the dresser was, and leaned back against it. Might as well cut to the chase.

Though he wasn't sure if he was trying to delay the thing with Ruby or not. A part of him just wanted to tell Dean already so he could move on and not...have it there. Hovering. While they discussed Ewoks or whatever the hell it was Dean had been using that as a euphemism for. Castiel? Maybe. What else would Dean have run into here that would've stood out?

...Oh. Oh. Not

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Dean rounded on Sam. "Dude, I didn't kill that sonuvabitch."

'Course, there were plenty of sons of bitches he hadn't killed, but it wasn't often he screwed up killing one he was gunning to kill in the first place. That narrowed it down a lot more.

"Remember that Trickster? Mr. Anal Probe? He's still kicking and he's here," Dean found himself starting to pace. "I must've missed."

Which was bullshit, he'd felt it go in, except those couple of inches did make the difference and now he was starting to wonder if he'd even wounded it or if the demigod had been just playing up a cheesy death scene for laughs to jerk their chains. Considering who - what, this thing wasn't a who - they were dealing with, it was totally possible that the Trickster had dicked around with them before wandering off. Dean furiously tried to think of what their options were. Wasn't like there was a whole lot of them in the first place and glancing at the room, they were pretty short on the necessary supplies to go demigod hunting

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It was always kinda awkward to know that Dean was going to be hellbent on something that Sam had long resigned himself to letting go. Or actually was over and done with in the first place, like Azazel. At least Dean hadn't been harping on that again in awhile.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Yeah. I know. I talked to him earlier." He shifted his weight, aware that this was so not going to go over well. "I think we should leave it, seriously. If he could cause any of his usual damage, he wouldn't be here in the first place."

Except taking him out would prevent him from saying anything to Dean, wouldn't it? Provided the Trickster had anything to say, something Sam couldn't be certain on. But the truth was, he was more worried about Castiel than the Trickster. Castiel was the wild card. Sam didn't know the Trickster, obviously, but the demigod was still a hell of a lot more predictable than some dude running around claiming to be an angel and from their future

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As it turned out, Sora had been forced to endure a quiet dinner. Bridget had kept to himself, either because he was tired or busy processing everything he had probably heard throughout the day. Sora was glad to see that his new roommate was relatively okay, but he hoped that their following meals weren't so quiet. He didn't like when he was left without someone to talk to. Hanatarou may not have had enough confidence in himself, but at least he'd always talked to him

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[feartehreaper]

Haseo was shocked that they had actually served something he recognized for dinner. It was far from being the best meal he'd had, of course, but when he'd been basically nibbling off what he could stand of meal after meal of heavily American food, it was enough. What was even stranger was the fact that for once, his nurse was perfectly happy to let him see that the stuff he was getting came from the same source as everyone else's in his hall; unless they intended to drug everyone there, the dinner seemed marginally safer than it usually did.

For some reason, however, that didn't quite sit well with the teen. What was with all the super-pleasant behavior, anyway? Because of this, he was reticent as always through the time spent locked in before night, thinking over his day and trying to tell himself that he'd soon find a way to make it better... but that 'off' feeling refused to go away. Something was wrong, and the closer it got to dusk the more obvious it became that it had nothing to do with unwanted additives to his food or drink

[flou_canadian]

Matthew was just finishing his ice cream when Landel’s cheerful voice came onto the speakers, hoping that everyone had a good day, as well as wishing that they would have a goodnights sleep. Glancing wearily around the room, Matthew had to laugh internally at the irony of his entire announcement. It had been anything but a good day, and although he would try, he doubted that he would have a good sleep either

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[doyoustillsee]

Kanda's mostly-blank expression had swiftly shifted into a scowl of displeasure as when the intercom snapped on. Still, he didn't comment, didn't respond or reply to his roommate's attempt to patch things up between them (if it could even be called "patching up" since there wasn't any connection there other than being forced to share their living space).

But when the door gave that tell-tale CLICK, Kanda's eyes snapped open.

For a moment, he just stared at it, his thoughts briefly touching on what Ishida had told him about this place that morning at breakfast. In the next instant, he'd crossed the room and was out the door, stopping just outside with his back turned to the wall, glancing both ways before heading to the right.

And as for Matthew...the Exorcist continued to ignore him completely, not even sparing him a sideways glance, much less waiting for him to get his boots on and join him in the hall before he started off, kicking off his slippers as he went.

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[flou_canadian]

(Sorry I need to catch up with the others, so I'm just going to have Canada rush forward x__X

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Tsukasa had actually cleared his plate for once. Ah, it felt like ages since he'd had tempura or bean paste. The desserts here were nice but much sweeter than he was used to. It left him feeling a little more energetic than he had been recently, and ready to head out into the night. He pulled the pair of trainers out of his closet and pulled them on, fastening them carefully. He was tempted to leave the frying pan, but in the end, he picked it up anyway, wishing, as he did nearly every night, that he'd chosen a blademaster as a character instead.

He nodded to his roommate and headed out into the corridor quickly.

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