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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.]
Urgh, late forever.
This position felt strange and uncomfortable. Harpuia on one end, Zero on the other, and X in the middle as though he was in a makeshift fortress of bodies.
He wasn't an idiot: he had a feeling he knew why Harpuia had set up this particular arrangement, though it didn't mean that he liked it very much.
But after what happened for the past two nights, do you really blame him?
...No. He supposed not.
Still, it didn't stop that uncomfortable feeling that churned in his stomach as he moved forward.