Nightshift 62: F01-F10 Hallway

[ninelivesonce]

Taura paused, before heading out, to take a good, long look at herself. Metaphorically speaking; she didn't turn the flashlight on for this. She felt...good. Better. The zombie infection hadn't even left a scar. There were a few tiny ones on her lips, where Rita had had to fight her off, when she'd been possessed. Other than that, the only thing that hurt were her ears, which were starting to be less difficult to get the earrings through, but not yet easy. She was a little hungry, but dinner was never big enough, and what she wanted was a nice, well-cooked steak, or a vat of chocolate mousse. Not anything else. A little anticipation fluttered in her stomach, but if she hadn't had that, then she'd worry.

It was just...it wasn't like her luck to avoid something like this. She ran one hand over the other, feeling the chipped polish and the soft, squishy nails underneath. She'd gotten one truly lucky break in her life; another was more than she deserved.

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[a_sin_for_him]

My but Landel was a gleeful little madman, wasn't he? Lust shook her head at the announcement as she changed for the night. She'd drop by the meeting place, just in case. Either Scar would be there or she'd find someone else to spend the night with. Simple enough.

One step at a time, as they said.

She gathered her supplies and headed out, already playing the evening's address over in her mind.

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[hasnomeaning]

...If one was to take the one in charge at his word, the uneasy feeling of illness Rei had begun to feel took on a more sinister impression. If it was indeed true. If one could be made into a monster, but. Ah. There couldn't be doubt on man's methods in that, if it was a fact that one could make a man out of a monster in truth. Or woman. It remained. She would have to see further, before thinking anything else.

The pilot took up her flashlight, and left the room.

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[survives]

Leanne grit her teeth, listening intently to the intercom as she waited for the doors to open. What the hell was Landel talking about? He couldn't possibly be serious, could he? Not when he sounded even crazier than the staff claimed they were. Symptoms... Change...?

She couldn't even begin to make heads or tails of it, much less actually understand what he meant. It was... insane, what she thought he was hinting at, absolutely impossible. The very thought of it was enough to send a chill down her spine, to set her heart to beating just a little faster, to almost make her regret having eaten her dinner. (And if the feeling didn't go away after a few moments... well, she hadn't exactly been at her absolute best since leaving Layton's office. Probably nothing to worry about.)

But she couldn't just sit around and worry about it, couldn't just hide in her room all night. Shooting Soma a quick parting glance, she hurried out the door, only stopping to make sure she didn't leave her guns or flashlight behind.

She had no time to spare for a madman's ramblings.

[madeinthehrl]

She didn't like the sound of that announcement.

Almost immediately, her thoughts went to the slight tiredness she'd felt this morning, and leapt straight from that to Utena's transformation several nights ago. Was that what Landel meant? Was he using what Aguilar had left behind? But he couldn't be satisfied with using it--no doubt he thought it was necessary to draw out the process on purpose...

She tried to push the thoughts away and focused on packing. They'd get somewhere tonight, at least, if Kratos was leading her group. Katana, handgun, flashlight, radio. She tied them around her person and headed out into the night.

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[fluctuate]

It wasn't that she had any way of knowing that she had slept quite a lot, but it occurred to her that she felt like she was lying horizontally for far too long, especially when the guy over the speaker was sounding like the narrator for a horror film. Or the bad guy. Or the bad guy who narrates. Well, that kind of movie didn't exist yet, but she had a feeling that someone was going to be all over that enterprise once they busted out of here.

Either way, she was not liking the idea of getting up. It wasn't that she feared monsters or the disease or the hunt or whatever he was going on about. The truth was, Ramona was rather skilled at ignoring whatever was going around her when she wanted to wallow in self-pity. She figured however long she'd been conked out was because of a desire for that. She figured she deserved it, too! She wasn't sure where she was going when she exited Toronto, but it was definitely not right back into a death trap where her war-battered ex-boyfriend would be completely clueless about things! Oh, yes, she still wasn't over it. Sleeping didn't help.

Then again, lying around wasn't helping either. Ramona rolled her eyes at herself before she dragged herself out of the bed. It was better to get moving. She pulled on her clothes, grabbed her flashlight and baseball bat, and headed out.

She just hoped that she wouldn't run into a Scott who was actually aware enough to notice she'd been out. Ramona didn't even know how long it was. For all she knew, she just missed a day, no big deal. That sort of thing happened to crazy kids their days. But he had been changed by this place, so the odds of that were more likely than ever.

Yeah, she decided upon stepping out of the room, maybe she'd have to figure out a way to get around that.

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[rainboompow]

Okay! No more foolin' around! Day's over — night's here — and I am ready to take this place on! You're going down, Landel! Boo yah!!

...had been Rainbow Dash's outlook on the night before Landel made his big announcement.

Now the former pony had cause to waver. She wasn't sure she understood everything, but one thing was clear: some freaky disease was about and it was going to start doing things to people's bodies. Like she wasn't mutated enough already, Rainbow thought with a gulp that she tried to hide from her roommate, but now she might become some kind of bloodthirsty monster too? As tough as she talked, Rainbow had to admit: that idea scared the sheep out of her.

She scrunched her eyes shut. Remember last night, she told herself. She couldn't just stay in her room again. The longer that she did nothing, the less that anything got done, and the further away she got from seeing her friends again. She wasn't sick so far, even after talking with that sick-looking blond who had tripped. So long as she stayed not-sick, she was okay. She was an athlete; she could stay healthy; it wasn't that hard. When was the last time she had been sick, even?

Eventually, Rainbow was as ready as she could be — a little less gung-ho than before, but determined nonetheless. "Let's do this," she said to herself, painting the metaphorical warpaint on her cheeks as she stepped out into the hall.

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