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damned_institute2012-06-20 10:09 pm
thecamellia) wrote in damned_institute2012-06-20 10:09 pm
Night 64: Main Hallway, 1-Center
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She paused again by the Sun Room, probing the darkness. There were no flashlights around to break up the shadows, and no natural light to guide her eyes. After all her many nights moving around the building without her own flashlight she’d become more than adept at navigating in total darkness, but caution still pricked at the fine hairs on the nape of her neck every time she reached an area that was not heavily populated with foot traffic.
If Landel had half a mind to prevent them from reaching the secret in the Medical Wing, now would be the time for him to act. Tsubaki couldn’t trust that he hadn’t heard I.R.I.S.’ relay, if the intercom’s abrupt cut-off had been any indication.
As she passed the doors leading to the entryway, she once again felt her eyes wandering toward them. Would what had happened there happen again? To someone she knew next time?
Would someone be injured because of the transformed prisoner?
Keep going, the assassin in her said. No time for doubts.
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She paused again by the Sun Room, probing the darkness. There were no flashlights around to break up the shadows, and no natural light to guide her eyes. After all her many nights moving around the building without her own flashlight she’d become more than adept at navigating in total darkness, but caution still pricked at the fine hairs on the nape of her neck every time she reached an area that was not heavily populated with foot traffic.
If Landel had half a mind to prevent them from reaching the secret in the Medical Wing, now would be the time for him to act. Tsubaki couldn’t trust that he hadn’t heard I.R.I.S.’ relay, if the intercom’s abrupt cut-off had been any indication.
As she passed the doors leading to the entryway, she once again felt her eyes wandering toward them. Would what had happened there happen again? To someone she knew next time?
Would someone be injured because of the transformed prisoner?
Keep going, the assassin in her said. No time for doubts.
[to here]
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Scar picked up the pace. He didn't feel much like being surrounded by a massive rush of patients as he made his way to the medical wing. There didn't seem to be anything going on in the Sun Room, but there was a younger girl in the hall, as well. Scar frowned to himself. There was still something that bothered him about children being taken to this place.
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