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damned_institute2012-10-03 10:16 am
nobleman) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-03 10:16 am
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Night 66: M61-M70 Hallway
After his conversation with Lloyd, Guy had spent the last shift of the day keeping an eye on the bulletin board to see if any more information came out about a cure. It sounded like surgery had definitely worked, even if it hadn't been the cleanest way to fix things -- but other than that, he didn't learn much. He had two healers on hand if Claude and Anise decided to go the surgery route, which was more than he'd had yesterday.
Dinner had only offered him more time in which to worry, because no amount of information would matter if one of his friends turned tonight. Each day that went by without them taking action pulled them closer to the possibility of one of them changing, and Guy didn't like that.
Still, he couldn't force Claude or Anise into anything. They would have to decide for themselves when they wanted to do something more drastic. Guy just felt that it was better to preempt this, rather than waiting for it to happen and then responding.
Locke kept to himself during dinner, which was probably for the best, as Guy was too distracted to be very good conversation. He noticed that Locke seemed under the weather himself, though, and wondered for a moment -- should he ask? But he already had two sick people to deal with; he couldn't afford to add someone else to that list.
When the intercom announcement came on, Guy only found it frustrating. For one thing, Landel didn't give them a number for how many patients would be changing tonight, which meant he had no idea what to expect. On top of that, the announcement wasn't interrupted with a clue this time -- in other words, they couldn't rely on the rebel group for help anymore.
Having changed into his outfit during dinner, Guy was ready to go meet the others. He grabbed his flashlight and sword, leaving the radio since it hadn't been any use for a while now. As usual, he told Locke to be careful before he left the room and moved down the hall.
[To here.]
Dinner had only offered him more time in which to worry, because no amount of information would matter if one of his friends turned tonight. Each day that went by without them taking action pulled them closer to the possibility of one of them changing, and Guy didn't like that.
Still, he couldn't force Claude or Anise into anything. They would have to decide for themselves when they wanted to do something more drastic. Guy just felt that it was better to preempt this, rather than waiting for it to happen and then responding.
Locke kept to himself during dinner, which was probably for the best, as Guy was too distracted to be very good conversation. He noticed that Locke seemed under the weather himself, though, and wondered for a moment -- should he ask? But he already had two sick people to deal with; he couldn't afford to add someone else to that list.
When the intercom announcement came on, Guy only found it frustrating. For one thing, Landel didn't give them a number for how many patients would be changing tonight, which meant he had no idea what to expect. On top of that, the announcement wasn't interrupted with a clue this time -- in other words, they couldn't rely on the rebel group for help anymore.
Having changed into his outfit during dinner, Guy was ready to go meet the others. He grabbed his flashlight and sword, leaving the radio since it hadn't been any use for a while now. As usual, he told Locke to be careful before he left the room and moved down the hall.
[To here.]
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The worst part was that he was walking through a tunnel and he already knew what would be on the other side as soon as he got out; he didn't know when but, at some point tonight, he would turn into a monster again.
The memories weren't the part that had him reclusive all day, all he could really remember was the pain of the transformation and then frustration. He'd been stopped, he knew that much, and he hadn't killed Edgar or Tolten, thank goodness....but what if that wasn't the case tonight? What if, this time, something did happen more than the scratches Edgar had received?
Dinner was no different than the rest of the day. The treasure hunter was vaguely aware of Guy, but only so far as to make sure the man still intended to dart out like he usually did. There was nothing else but to minimize the damage as far as Locke was concerned. He felt like he was staring down the barrel of a gun and someone's finger was already on the trigger; nothing he could do would change anything.
He snapped out of it long enough to listen to the announcements and nodded in return to his roommate's bid to be careful. He didn't want to tell the other man that there wouldn't be any hope of that tonight; as long as he stayed away, he didn't need to know.
Locke stood after the blond left and paced, weighing his options. Night had hit and nothing had happened....maybe he wouldn't change, maybe it was a one time thing-but he couldn't risk that not being the case. Maybe if he stayed here...but what if Guy came back? Locke didn't want to risk the man just because he hadn't warned him. Perhaps, if the transformation wouldn't happen immediately, he could get somewhere out of the way and hide there.
That was probably the best plan.
He moved to open the closet out of habit, thinking to grab his boots, and paused as his eyes landed on something blue and familiar. Slowly, a small smile touched his lips for the first time all day as his fingers ran along the familiar materiel of his usual outfit. He didn't have time to contemplate when or how, and he certainly wasn't going to put it one with the risk of becoming a monster hanging over his head, but it was, by far, the best discover all day.
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