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damned_institute2012-03-21 01:21 pm
dualistic) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-21 01:21 pm
Night 62: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]
Even though Harvey knew that it would make more sense to wait until he'd run into someone else who he could question about what he'd missed, that didn't stop his mind from speculating even further. His own situation -- why he'd slept so long, how much had gone on while he'd been unconscious -- was obviously his largest concern, but now he was also directing some of his attention to what he remembered of Landel's announcement.
Turning into monsters. It had seemed like some sort of analogy before, but now that he was more awake Harvey had to consider the possibility that it was completely literal. He had no idea if he was experiencing any symptoms, but he also didn't know what he would need to look out for.
With everything else that was going on, that was really the least of his concerns at the moment. If he started vomiting blood or breaking out into sweats, he'd start to worry. But seeing how he'd been in his room this whole time, he doubted that he'd caught whatever might be going around the institute.
That was one consolation, at least. And now he was almost at the main hall, so he'd get to see if he was somehow the only patient left or if he was just overreacting.
[To here.]
Even though Harvey knew that it would make more sense to wait until he'd run into someone else who he could question about what he'd missed, that didn't stop his mind from speculating even further. His own situation -- why he'd slept so long, how much had gone on while he'd been unconscious -- was obviously his largest concern, but now he was also directing some of his attention to what he remembered of Landel's announcement.
Turning into monsters. It had seemed like some sort of analogy before, but now that he was more awake Harvey had to consider the possibility that it was completely literal. He had no idea if he was experiencing any symptoms, but he also didn't know what he would need to look out for.
With everything else that was going on, that was really the least of his concerns at the moment. If he started vomiting blood or breaking out into sweats, he'd start to worry. But seeing how he'd been in his room this whole time, he doubted that he'd caught whatever might be going around the institute.
That was one consolation, at least. And now he was almost at the main hall, so he'd get to see if he was somehow the only patient left or if he was just overreacting.
[To here.]
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Well, now he was getting somewhere. Options always meant progress; although, admittedly, his options were limited. Left or right? He knew the right would take him to the main hallway of the place and that would lead to, as far as he could tell, the rest of the building. The left was an unknown. He didn't have any idea of the general size or shape of the building so the possibilities were fairly vast. For all he knew, it would lead to a dead end or, perhaps, it could lead to a whole other wing that Johnny had no knowledge of.
He always prided himself on being fairly adventurous and independent...but a part of him did wish he had a map or a guide; asking for help wasn't favorable but sometimes it was necessary. In some cases.
A thought occurred to him that made him chuckle into the darkness: if Cherry were here, he'd say a normal person would pray for guidance. Not that Johnny was normal; vampires couldn't pray......but,then...he wasn't a vampire here, was he? Not really.
His smile turning slightly bitter, he shrugged and closed his eyes. He felt silly. "Dear lord, who art in heaven, I ask that you give me a sign." His tone was bored throughout the whole thing and to a person used to prayers it would have sounded fake...but it was a prayer...and it hadn't burned.
"Huh." It left him with a strange feeling. He didn't know what to think of this yet. He thought he felt happy but he wasn't entirely certain. There were too many emotions attached to this, he'd think on it later. For now he figured he ought to, seriously, pick a direction. God didn't answer vampire's prayers, after all.
[Woody~!]
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The further Woody wandered, the more lost he felt. Not that he didn't know these blocks well by now (they moved from place to place enough during the day for him to at least get a good feel of the first floor), but when he thought of everything he needed to do, it was hard not to grow overwhelmed.
This would be so much easier to face if Buzz were here, he inwardly lamented to himself. Not that he wished harm upon any of his friends, but he was a toy. Just getting accustomed to basic things like eating and mingling with actual people was challenging enough, and he had to do all that on top of finding out what happened to his real body, reuniting with his pals, and returning to Andy.
Sighing, Woody allowed his flashlight beam to graze over a figure standing in the hallway. For a chilling moment, he thought maybe he'd run into a vicious creature, and his body instantly jerked at the thought. Thankfully, he got a better look at the man's uniform before he could whack him with his clothes rod.
If his hands weren't full, he would have clutched at his heart in relief. "Sorry," he apologized with a hint of nervous laughter. "I thought you were...you know, a monster."
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However, he didn't want to scare this man away, either; he was the first person he'd really seen all night, so he kept his tone light. "I can promise I'm not interested in eating or dismembering you, though~" His smile transformed into a smirk and he winked. "Admittedly, I think I'm a little lost; what would I find if I went that way?" He nodded in the direction the man had come from. If it proved to be nothing of interest then Johnny would be able to mark it off his list.
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Who talked like that, anyway? Sheesh, what a weirdo...
At least he said one normal thing, though. Woody could understand being lost, and he turned to look toward the way he'd come from. "Uhh, not a whole lot," he admitted. "Some other rooms, and a door that leads to a small...soccer field place." Well, small in the way that Woody could actually make long strides across the grass. He realized it might seem a little large to a regular person, but those kinds of details didn't matter.
Especially when Woody still remembered what happened the last time he tried going out there. "But don't think it'll be so easy to escape that way," he warned. "Anyone would see that coming a mile away."
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"Well, then, that only leaves the rest of this place to explore~! It seems large enough, I'm sure there will be plenty to see." He thought about leaving it at that but then had another question occur to him. "Mmmm~ Do you mind if I ask you a question? I only just woke up here this morning and I don't know this place at all, is there anything of particular attention, rooms or something, that stand out? Aaah...that makes no sense...like...landmarks. Landmarks within the building." Yes, that made more sense. He couldn't help sounding rambly, usually he didn't have to worry about this sort of thing; he didn't want to end up getting lost.