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damned_institute2012-10-03 10:07 am
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Night 66: M91-M100 Hallway
[M99]
The clicking of the doors brought the Once-ler back to his current situation. He had the last Truffula seed back, true, but (aside from giving him peace of mind) it did little in the way of anything productive. Not that he had any real plans that could be considered productive. The man intended to return to his room to wait out the night once he'd gone with Soma to see Rapunzel.
The Truffula seed itself made him less inclined to leave. The last two nights had taught him very well that the halls were dangerous; the seed would be safest if kept in his room. But the panic from not knowing what had happened to it was still fresh on his mind, and the man was loathe to leave it unattended for even a moment, let alone the time it would take to find Soma's room and then visit Rapunzel.
I could always just stay in, the Once-ler thought, then chased the possibility from his mind. He had agreed to bring Soma to see Rapunzel; he had been the one to propose the idea! He couldn't go back on his word. The man had enough guilt to burden him for a lifetime without consciously adding to it. And yet, he couldn't leave the seed behind. There was no telling what would happen to it.
With a sigh, the man got to his feet. He would have to take it with him. Carefully he slipped it into a pocket, then went to retrieve his flashlight. The Once-ler still had to rely on his crutch for support, but his leg was definitely feeling stronger than it had the previous night. That at least was a good thing; it seemed like Sora had been right about the accelerated healing rate.
Flashlight in hand, the Once-ler found himself facing another dilemma. Somehow he was going to have to juggle his flashlight, journal, and pen while using the crutch. After a moment of thought, the man shuffled through his drawers and closet to see what he could come up with. The results were dismal. If only he had a needle, he could put together a makeshift bag with the cloth and thread in the clothes. Frustrated, he shoved everything back into its place and tucked the journal under his arm, pressing it against the crutch. That would have to do.
With one last check to make sure the Truffula seed was safely tucked away, the Once-ler flicked his flashlight on and stepped out into the darkened hallway.
The clicking of the doors brought the Once-ler back to his current situation. He had the last Truffula seed back, true, but (aside from giving him peace of mind) it did little in the way of anything productive. Not that he had any real plans that could be considered productive. The man intended to return to his room to wait out the night once he'd gone with Soma to see Rapunzel.
The Truffula seed itself made him less inclined to leave. The last two nights had taught him very well that the halls were dangerous; the seed would be safest if kept in his room. But the panic from not knowing what had happened to it was still fresh on his mind, and the man was loathe to leave it unattended for even a moment, let alone the time it would take to find Soma's room and then visit Rapunzel.
I could always just stay in, the Once-ler thought, then chased the possibility from his mind. He had agreed to bring Soma to see Rapunzel; he had been the one to propose the idea! He couldn't go back on his word. The man had enough guilt to burden him for a lifetime without consciously adding to it. And yet, he couldn't leave the seed behind. There was no telling what would happen to it.
With a sigh, the man got to his feet. He would have to take it with him. Carefully he slipped it into a pocket, then went to retrieve his flashlight. The Once-ler still had to rely on his crutch for support, but his leg was definitely feeling stronger than it had the previous night. That at least was a good thing; it seemed like Sora had been right about the accelerated healing rate.
Flashlight in hand, the Once-ler found himself facing another dilemma. Somehow he was going to have to juggle his flashlight, journal, and pen while using the crutch. After a moment of thought, the man shuffled through his drawers and closet to see what he could come up with. The results were dismal. If only he had a needle, he could put together a makeshift bag with the cloth and thread in the clothes. Frustrated, he shoved everything back into its place and tucked the journal under his arm, pressing it against the crutch. That would have to do.
With one last check to make sure the Truffula seed was safely tucked away, the Once-ler flicked his flashlight on and stepped out into the darkened hallway.
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