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damned_institute2012-03-24 01:15 am
purgatio) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-24 01:15 am
Night 62: M51-M60 Hallway
[M58]
...Had the day passed? He was not even aware of time's passing. If one was to be honest, he did not know if he had been sedated for the course of the day, or in some sort of catatonia. He registered motion, movement, but did not see fit for those things to be his own. The day passed. Continued to pass. And Albedo let himself slip away and thought nothing. Tried to think nothing.
It was perhaps the combination of sounds. The click of the door being unlocked registered as something valid to be aware of. That, and--
That man's voice had taken on a personal note now, something of recognition in the tones. He knew this person now. He knew the appearance to match the voice, the smirks to match the schemes. And he knew--
"'Father of lies', hm? You were very right to call him dramatic, boy."
There was a beat of nothingness, and then somewhere it registered. The man was speaking to him, and what Albedo had said. How trite. A reply of such means when--
Ah. A reply to what Albedo had said last night.
The boy's eyes widened, mind dulling to stillness, and he burrowed deeper under the covers, darkness taking his sight.
...Had the day passed? He was not even aware of time's passing. If one was to be honest, he did not know if he had been sedated for the course of the day, or in some sort of catatonia. He registered motion, movement, but did not see fit for those things to be his own. The day passed. Continued to pass. And Albedo let himself slip away and thought nothing. Tried to think nothing.
It was perhaps the combination of sounds. The click of the door being unlocked registered as something valid to be aware of. That, and--
That man's voice had taken on a personal note now, something of recognition in the tones. He knew this person now. He knew the appearance to match the voice, the smirks to match the schemes. And he knew--
"'Father of lies', hm? You were very right to call him dramatic, boy."
There was a beat of nothingness, and then somewhere it registered. The man was speaking to him, and what Albedo had said. How trite. A reply of such means when--
Ah. A reply to what Albedo had said last night.
The boy's eyes widened, mind dulling to stillness, and he burrowed deeper under the covers, darkness taking his sight.
M52
As he approached M52, Woody couldn't help but throw another paranoid glance over his shoulder. It would be his luck to get pounced by some vicious creature the minute he got to someone's room, wouldn't it. Not that he needed to be thinking anything like that. He just needed to stay calm, take a deep breath, and knock on the door.
Unfortunately, he didn't get much of an answer. "Pssst," he hissed. "Mack? You in there?" When he was met by silence, Woody couldn't help but push the door open and get a better peek inside. A quick sweep with his flashlight didn't show any horrible surprises -- just a lump in the bed that looked surprisingly normal, considering how much Andy liked to sleep in during his days off from school. "Mack?"
He ventured closer, expression guarded as he tried to figure out why the kid wasn't moving. For a heart-stopping moment, Woody wondered if he was sick or dead. But the peaceful expression and easy breathing hinted that, no, he was just loafing around like Woody had done all day.
Well.
Maybe he should just...leave him to that, then. If he shut the door behind him, Mack should be safe from monsters, Woody told himself. Granted, that didn't leave him with much to do, but Woody knew he'd been spending too much time acting scared, and too little time trying to find a way out of this nuthouse.
And the sooner he got to the bottom of everything, the sooner he could find out what happened to Buzz.
Turning away with a more somber expression, Woody trudged back out into the hallway, making sure the door was properly closed behind him.
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