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damned_institute2012-06-20 08:52 pm
envy_the_sinners) wrote in damned_institute2012-06-20 08:52 pm
Entry tags:
- link,
- scar,
- scott pilgrim,
- seishin,
- sora
NIGHT 64: M1-M10 HALLWAY
Scar had intended on staying in for the night. He was tired and frustrated and needed a break. But the disturbing announcement chased away all of the Ishbalan's thoughts of waiting things out tonight. Something was happening with the man on the intercom. Something he didn't like. It was the first time Scar had heard Landel's facade break. Something wasn't going his way.
The threat of transformation remained just as real. But now, whatever this insurrection was, there was a way to stop it. Something swelled in Scar's chest. Something that he had lacked since he had woken up in this hell. Somebody was fighting, and succeeding, and he'd be damned before he would sit down and not take his chance while he had it. Scar actually knew where the X-Ray room was. He was bigger, faster, and stronger than many of the people here. He knew that there would be a crowd making its way to the Medical Wing. He would just have to get there first.
Opening his closet, Scar was relieved to find the scalpels he had collected two nights ago. For all he knew, this was just another trap; a setup to make the pawns let their guards down. But when faced with the prospect of transformation, he was willing to take the risk. He had nothing to lose, anyway.
Something made Scar feel like this was real, though. He had known bastards like Landel. And they weren't the type to make themselves appear to be in a state of weakness, even if only to draw their prey in.
The Ishbalan hesitated a moment before once again taking the photograph of his brother and putting it in his pocket. He wasn't letting go of that one scrap of something that he had to fight for.
Determined scowl set firmly in place, the scarred man marched from his room, ignoring his roommate.
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The threat of transformation remained just as real. But now, whatever this insurrection was, there was a way to stop it. Something swelled in Scar's chest. Something that he had lacked since he had woken up in this hell. Somebody was fighting, and succeeding, and he'd be damned before he would sit down and not take his chance while he had it. Scar actually knew where the X-Ray room was. He was bigger, faster, and stronger than many of the people here. He knew that there would be a crowd making its way to the Medical Wing. He would just have to get there first.
Opening his closet, Scar was relieved to find the scalpels he had collected two nights ago. For all he knew, this was just another trap; a setup to make the pawns let their guards down. But when faced with the prospect of transformation, he was willing to take the risk. He had nothing to lose, anyway.
Something made Scar feel like this was real, though. He had known bastards like Landel. And they weren't the type to make themselves appear to be in a state of weakness, even if only to draw their prey in.
The Ishbalan hesitated a moment before once again taking the photograph of his brother and putting it in his pocket. He wasn't letting go of that one scrap of something that he had to fight for.
Determined scowl set firmly in place, the scarred man marched from his room, ignoring his roommate.
[To here]
M6
"Tyler"Peter in the lobby, he was getting re-energized with determination, which should have put him in a better place to finally broach a conversation. With so little having been said between them already, though, it had been awkward to start anything. Thus, the two had spent another evening in silence. Tomorrow night maybe, Scott thought. Tomorrow night, maybe he would regrow his other testicle.For now he would have to make do with just the one, he thought as he picked up the last of his gear and headed out the door.
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