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damned_institute2012-03-20 07:51 pm
kings_thief) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-20 07:51 pm
Night 62: M-A Block Hallway
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Of course, as soon as he thought about what Tolten could be planing for the night, Locke's thoughts went to Edgar's comments on the board; not for the first time since Tolten's post, Locke found himself silently cursing his friend's teasing. 'What if he's right' was a thought that plagued Locke as he entered the main hall and turned left towards the hall that would take him to Tolten's room.
He just had to keep himself calm and ignore those thoughts. Surely that's not what Tolten had meant...besides, from what Locke could tell, his friend had wanted time to think everything over-which was fine-and it had only been a bit over one day so...
Locke decided he was going to have to find some way to get back at Edgar for messing with his head like this. Maybe if his head wasn't so fuzzy this whole thing wouldn't be as confusing.
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Of course, as soon as he thought about what Tolten could be planing for the night, Locke's thoughts went to Edgar's comments on the board; not for the first time since Tolten's post, Locke found himself silently cursing his friend's teasing. 'What if he's right' was a thought that plagued Locke as he entered the main hall and turned left towards the hall that would take him to Tolten's room.
He just had to keep himself calm and ignore those thoughts. Surely that's not what Tolten had meant...besides, from what Locke could tell, his friend had wanted time to think everything over-which was fine-and it had only been a bit over one day so...
Locke decided he was going to have to find some way to get back at Edgar for messing with his head like this. Maybe if his head wasn't so fuzzy this whole thing wouldn't be as confusing.
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Automatic movement. He had no idea where he needed to go, but he knew he couldn't stay sitting in his room all night. He had to move forward - always forward, it was a drive, a necessity, some strange instinct he couldn't ignore - and so he put one numb foot in front of the other. His head ached and Ritsuka touched it, ears flattened against his hair.
"Nngh...."
First, medicine. The medical wing. Next...? How did he find them? Ritsuka couldn't recall Nigredo or Albedo's room numbers, nor was he certain he could even face them right now. Albedo had won so Nigredo had to be alive, but the cost...
His step faltered and Ritsuka stumbled, shoulder hitting the wall hard. The jolt woke him up and he pressed his free hand against the cold plaster, turning so he could rest his forehead against it. He was just sleepy, he realized. It wasn't a fever, just...nightmares lingering beyond what they should have done. Heavy lashes opened again and his eyes focused on a crack in the wall right in front of him. He had to find them.
Turning, he ran on.
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