Night 52: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

[zack_fair]

[From here.]Even though the hallway seemed especially quiet tonight, Zack wasn't bothered. He was used to moving around in quiet areas on his own, from caverns to wide open fields to shorelines. He didn't get spooked very easily, and if anything, he felt like he was in his element. He had a weapon in hand was was moving at his own pace, not

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[repelling]

[ from here ]

Having done more than his fair share of skulking around, both at night and during the day, often in a completely white uniform, Uryuu had experience with keeping quiet, with remaining unnoticed until he wanted to be seen. Even with loud shoes, which the boots were, especially in comparison to the slippers of the day. Probably the sneakers too, but Uryuu didn't care for sneakers. That casual look, the risk of a squeaking sole; no, boots it was, and soon enough he made little sound.

Down this hall, the opposite end of which lead outdoors, into a hall that mirrored it and opened into the main corridor. A simple route. Aware of but uninterested in the others moving or stationary here, Uryuu kept walking. No spirit pressure from them; it should have been impossible, and the act of sensing came less natural. Here he had to focus to feel even the absence of spirit pressure, to discern the concentrations in the air; in Karakura Town, by far the realm with the weakest concentrations, he couldn't walk, couldn't breathe without

[osreborn]

[From here.]

Thus far, Norman had felt no reason to stop. His trip through the hallway had been uneventful, but he took a moment here -- not stopping, but observing. Listening. He could hear people passing by, occasionally he could even hear conversations.

He tucked the flashlight against his side into the elastic of his pants, hiding it with his shirt. He didn't feel a need to use it, yet. If he did, it would unlikely be for the intended purpose. He eyed the hallways, behind him and in front of him. Which way should he go?

[enigmaestro]

[from right over here.]

"I suppose that makes two of us," Eddie spoke from his shadow-sunken spot of the hallway. He had just slipped in quick enough to hear the syllables of another. His joints ached to jolt in recoil, but that would be a cause for attention, and it wouldn't have suited his purpose to devour spotlight. Not just yet, anyway. Although his vision didn't grant much liberty in the way of sense, he paid heed to every rustle and footstep. One body, belonging to that voice, stood not ten feet from him. The presumed other in relatively the same spot.

"I was wondering when I'd run into company." He kept his tone light, nearly jovial. But he didn't move, not even an inch. Indeed, speaking at all gave away his position, but the distance was to his advantage. If he needed to run, it would be yet a viable option.

"Shall we make introductions, or are we playing it more casual than that?"

[osreborn]

"Watch where you're--!" Norman's hand curled around the handle of the flashlight, prepared to use it, but the voice that spoke out of the darkness was a young man's; he hesitated, and moved his hand away. His eyes were still adjusting to the dark hallways -- the world was bleary and unfocused, but the rest of his body was becoming more attune to its surroundings.

He stepped a bit away from the wall when another man spoke, flexing his fingers at his sides. He recognized that second voice. He'd spoken to this man before, hadn't he?

Still, he didn't say anything revealing. "That depends. Where are you going? No sense in giving names if we're merely passing acquaintances."

[scarletspeedstr]

[from here]

Right so. Hallway with a handful of people in it, which wasn't too unusual. Creepy, ominous messages from the intercom? Also not that odd these days, though an idea of what they meant would have been nice. Somehow he didn't think that Landel was going to be throwing some sort of party for them all. 'Hey guess what, guys? I've decided to give up the crazy torture insane asylum gig and take up underwater basket weaving instead. Meeting in the cafeteria for cake and free rides home.'

...actually, even if that had happened, Wally would bet practically no one would get home because they'd all be expecting a trap.

Which in turn made him wonder if that had ever actually happened and they were all here because they hadn't realised that they could have left before now. Which meant Landel really was evil, so much so that he probably wouldn't have sent them home anyway...

And now his head was hurting. Wally shook it to banish the weird tangle of not-logic and tried to focus on the task at hand instead. Now, which way to go next

[7_to_midnight]

[From here.]

Oh. Speak of the devil.

Or the reverse, in this case. As soon as Sylar spotted Wally's shockingly red hair, he kept to the shadows of the doorway between the two halls. Having a "friend" around was always a liability; acquaintances made good meat shields, sure, but when you threw your hard-earned allies into the mix, things got messy. A wrong word there, a wrong move here, and your good intentions suddenly started looking a lot more fishy.

Then again, this was Wally. He wouldn't know "fishy" if he got slapped in the face with a lobster.

Sylar took a tentative step forward, then steeled his resolve, plastered a grin on his face, and strode on over. "Hey, buddy!" He called, giving a wave. "Fancy seeing you around here."

It'd been a little harder to do ever since that scene in the chapel. Whatever. It just meant his plans were going well.

[scarletspeedstr]

From here there was the thrilling option of outside with exciting things like airborne monsters to chew on him as well as the normal land-bound ones, or the thrilling option going further into the institute, where there would... also be the possibility airborne monsters as well as other ones, as well as lots of exciting activities including walking through near-identical hallways and trying to find something useful or interesting to do with himself.

Decisions, decisions.

Fortunately Wally was saved from having to make the choice between the two amazing options Landel's institute had on offer by someone calling out to him. The voice was instantly familiar and Wally spun around with a huge grin to face Gabriel and clap him on the shoulder warmly.

"Hey, Gabe!" he said cheerfully, almost like they'd met up by the company water cooler instead of in a dark hallway in the middle of a monster-infested institute.

...Actually, when Wally thought about how nocturnal meetings normally went here, this probably was the equivalent of meeting

[7_to_midnight]

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Sylar said, coming off as a little more dismissive than he would've liked. He glanced up and down the hall, trying to seem like he was doing a routine check for monsters when, in actuality, he was looking for any faces he recognized. He wasn't sure whether or not the 'Gabe' nickname tickled his unique sense of humor or just made him feel really damn annoyed, but either way, it might end up being a liability. He'd been making a concerted effort in the last week or so to distance himself from the identity of 'Zachary Taylor,' and it'd worked insofar that most people knew him as Gabriel, but... that also meant that most people knew him as Gabriel. He'd be naive to think that his aliases weren't going to get around to his enemies some way or another, and he'd already seen Wally and Peter sit down for a Jackass Anonymous meeting in the Arts and Crafts room. Where it'd been to Sylar's advantage to clarify the whole "Gabriel" thing with Kirk, he wasn't so sure with Wally. He could never be sure; the idiot always

[scarefaux]

[From here.]

Despite only having the dim light from working flashlights in the main hall ahead to guide them, the Scarecrow found his sight to be working fairly well in the darkness. He noticed he was falling behind again (while Depth Charge didn't voice his concerns, his haste gave him away) and took another large step, stumbling for a second as he overstretched his legs. The thought that the clever little thing might take his sight away as it did for Scar worried him- he was not about to be left in the dark if it happened.

"When was the last time you saw this friend of yours?" he asked. The Scarecrow hadn't seen Kaiji for days before he disappeared, and if that was the case with Depth Charge's friend, then maybe they could find a common thread between those who vanished. There had to be something that set them apart from the rest of the patients (aside from their aforementioned vanishing).

[scalyfishman]

The sound of scuffling caught Depth Charge's attention- Primus, he was alert enough to hear a screw dropping a galaxy away- and he whipped around almost immediately, catching sight of the Scarecrow's form dip then suddenly rise again behind him. Maybe he was going a little fast. If Hime was asleep she wasn't going anywhere- and if she wasn't asleep...

"The night Landel messed with the languages," he explained bluntly, interrupting himself. His pace slowed just a fraction to something more reasonable; if he was going fast enough to make it a struggle for the man to keep up, he was being too obvious. "Must be two nights ago now."

[to here]

[anemptydecapo]

[From here]

Kch. For once, this hallway wasn't as empty as it usually was. Even as he kept himself to the shadows, he could see stray beams of light flickering across the walls. Had he stayed in that late? He hadn't thought so. He hoped that wasn't the case after having promised Bella he wouldn't take long to reach her, not with her reputation for disappearing when told specifically not to.

Eyes facing forward, he began to speed up.

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