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damned_institute2012-10-03 01:22 pm
dualistic) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-03 01:22 pm
Night 66: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]
This was a trip that had gotten old ages ago, and so Harvey tried to make it as short as possible by falling into a brisk walk. He didn't go so far as to jog, since he didn't need to tire himself out before the action even started, but it was a good idea to save time where he could.
All of that was made very easy by the fact that there weren't any other patients around. He didn't know if it was because they were busy going through a painful transformation into some deadly monster, but if that was it, then he also wanted to get to a more open area sooner rather than later.
Harvey reached the end of the hall and rounded the corner into the main hall.
[To here.]
This was a trip that had gotten old ages ago, and so Harvey tried to make it as short as possible by falling into a brisk walk. He didn't go so far as to jog, since he didn't need to tire himself out before the action even started, but it was a good idea to save time where he could.
All of that was made very easy by the fact that there weren't any other patients around. He didn't know if it was because they were busy going through a painful transformation into some deadly monster, but if that was it, then he also wanted to get to a more open area sooner rather than later.
Harvey reached the end of the hall and rounded the corner into the main hall.
[To here.]
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She was starting to really hate hallways. Her walk turned brisk turned slow turned stumble, but she caught herself against the wall as she heaved a small gasp, clutching the flashlight to her chest lest she drop it. It was emptier here – her eyes were adjusting (finally) to the darkness of the hallway, and there was a door, but…
Orihime had some semblance of where she was going. Lloyd-san’s room number, M44 would be further up if her calculated guesstimates were right… Double-checking every single hallway would waste more time, and her gut feeling told her she was right from the very beginning, so why question it. Right?
Ayame, Shun’o--
Still no clear answer. There was ringing, a sharp buzzing that seemed to crop up from the silence and the voices from the hallway she had just left, but nothing else.
[ to here. ]