Night 66: M41-M50 Hallway

[redcladidealist]

[In M44]

Lloyd had been somewhat dreading the coming of the night, not so much because of the danger it presented, but because of the conversation he'd had with Guy, and the promise he'd made to try to subdue Claude if his roommate showed signs that he was becoming a monster. It was hard not to keep darting glances at the blond to make sure that he was all right. When the doors unlocked, though, he barely even noticed the Doctor's sinister words. He was too busy breathing a sigh of relief. Claude still seemed to be okay. Maybe that wouldn't stay the case, but they couldn't live in fear of the worst. Hoping for the best, he'd wished his roommate luck before the other set off.

Unlike the night before, though, Lloyd didn't immediately set out himself. He and Inoue had agreed to meet tonight so she could try to heal him, which meant he needed to wait.

Ugh, he hated waiting.

Feeling restless, he got up and started poking around around his side of the room. He found pens and a journal on his desk, and a weird device he wasn't sure about. It was in his closet that he found the biggest surprise. His clothes were there, hanging on hangers as though recently cleaned - black pants and a black undershirt, his red jacket and gloves, the red boots he favored, even his belts and suspenders. There wasn't any sign of his swords, but the dagger Claude had given him was there, which lifted his spirits a little. He thought he'd lost the weapon last night after the fight with the tailypo. A quick search of his pockets revealed that there wasn't anything else, but that didn't really surprise him. It was still amazing that he'd been given his clothes at all.

Figuring he had time before Inoue was likely to show up, Lloyd quickly changed out of the drab gray clothes the Institute had given him and into his normal clothes. Well, as quickly as he could with his still-injured arm and ribs protesting his every move. He had to grit his teeth when it came to taking off his shirt and replacing it with his black undershirt. He opted not to put his jacket on just yet. He had no idea how Inoue's healing ability worked and didn't know if she'd need to see his injuries before she could do anything. With the rest of his clothes on, though, his dagger hanging from the loop one of his swords normally would have gone through, there really was nothing else to do but wait.

Maybe he'll just doodle in that book.

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[envy_the_sinners]

[From here]

M42. Good. The hallway was completely deserted, which was a small blessing. Now that Scar was no longer focusing on finding the room, he was noticing his aching stomach and head once again.

Scar knocked on Frank's door, standing patiently outside. He could only pray that nothing had happened, yet.

"It's Scar." His tone was loud enough to be heard through the door, but not startling.

[For the Scarecrow! <3]

[scarefaux]

The Scarecrow stumbled through the room, pulling open his desk drawers and rifling through the closet, trying to find his flashlight quickly. Unable to find his own, he grabbed the one he'd collected for Scar so long ago instead, not having time to keep looking. His flashlight wouldn't help him get Skulduggery back to the room, granted he could find him, but he found something that would: Depth Charge's ring, the one enchanted to spirit the wearer away upon breaking the jewel. He had three of them (and had yet to figure out exactly how he'd managed to accumulate them all, though he assumed they belonged to some of his missing friends and optimistically thought about how he'd try to return them once he'd finally managed to help them), two with broken stones and one with the gem still intact. His hands were shaking, mind scrambling as he tried to remember how it was one fixed the gem. Think, Scarecrow, think!

He knew he had to think quickly, too- Skulduggery had been taken for a sleep study, and there was no time to lose.

The knock on the door drew his attention, his mind having been completely elsewhere, so much so that he'd forgotten his illness and the dangers outside and the fact that Scar was coming to accompany him. How fortunate he was, he thought for a moment, to have Scar offer to stay with him that night. Scar could help out with the rescue for certain. Neither of them was in terrific shape, if the Scarecrow's assessment on the human condition was any good at all, and he still wasn't sure if he'd become a monster, as Scar— the former lion— had warned him about; however, he knew he couldn't let Skulduggery down. He'd lost enough friends, and had stood by as Depth Charge disappeared, never able to return the favor to him for his own rescue from that awful place. His feet were still moving, and his mind seemed to be thinking through the fog- that was good enough.

Pulling open the door, the Scarecrow tried to explain immediately, his panic wearing into his voice and physicality. His limbs felt heavy, his face covered in sweat. "Oh Scar, it's awful! They took my roommate for a sleep study, and we've got to do something!"

[envy_the_sinners]

So much for 'lack of direction' tonight. Scar's eyes widened and his mouth was slightly agape as Frank explained the situation. He wracked his brain for what he had been told in the past, tried desperately in the moment to remember the details...

Sometimes, at night, they take prisoners to do things to them... There's a hallway...

But Scar had never been so good at thinking in the heat of the moment. He knew that there wasn't much time, and he couldn't remember where the place was.

"Do you know where they took him?" He had already began drifting back down the hallway. Sick and exhausted as he was, there was no time to be wasted.

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