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damned_institute2012-10-16 03:37 pm
rocksthecourt) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-16 03:37 pm
Night 66: Main Hallway, 1-East
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In any case, that wasn't a thought he could afford to linger on at the moment. He was venturing into unknown territory now and the fewer distractions, the better. Especially since he didn't even have a precise destination in mind. Nor anything specific he was looking for, per say. It was more a matter of trying to see if there was anything worth finding.
...And this is why he left investigating up to the police. Wandering around haphazardly and wasting time under the blind hope that just maybe he'll find something of value was really not his style. The police found the puzzle pieces, he worked on putting them together. That was how he preferred it. However, he didn't have that luxury here so more often than not, he found himself doing things like this on his own. In the dark. Armed with a blasted foot-long pipe.
He took a deep, quiet breath and turned his focus up toward the door marking the entrance to the Medical Wing. This had been an area of interest as of late. It was also an area he knew almost nothing about. The map that he had copied long ago indicated that this was a... rather large area. A large area that those making the original map hadn't had the chance to diagram for whatever reason. Other than that, he knew little more than that people had found some odd pictures in an x-ray room. So this was really a daring leap for him to be taking on his own.
Oh and look. The door had a lock. As did a lot of the more interesting places here. Hopefully this was a sign that this little excursion would amount to something. After another breath and a few good whacks, the lock snapped and Klavier pulled it off, dropping it to the ground with a less than subtle clang.
.... It might be a good idea for him to not do that ever again.
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In any case, that wasn't a thought he could afford to linger on at the moment. He was venturing into unknown territory now and the fewer distractions, the better. Especially since he didn't even have a precise destination in mind. Nor anything specific he was looking for, per say. It was more a matter of trying to see if there was anything worth finding.
...And this is why he left investigating up to the police. Wandering around haphazardly and wasting time under the blind hope that just maybe he'll find something of value was really not his style. The police found the puzzle pieces, he worked on putting them together. That was how he preferred it. However, he didn't have that luxury here so more often than not, he found himself doing things like this on his own. In the dark. Armed with a blasted foot-long pipe.
He took a deep, quiet breath and turned his focus up toward the door marking the entrance to the Medical Wing. This had been an area of interest as of late. It was also an area he knew almost nothing about. The map that he had copied long ago indicated that this was a... rather large area. A large area that those making the original map hadn't had the chance to diagram for whatever reason. Other than that, he knew little more than that people had found some odd pictures in an x-ray room. So this was really a daring leap for him to be taking on his own.
Oh and look. The door had a lock. As did a lot of the more interesting places here. Hopefully this was a sign that this little excursion would amount to something. After another breath and a few good whacks, the lock snapped and Klavier pulled it off, dropping it to the ground with a less than subtle clang.
.... It might be a good idea for him to not do that ever again.
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The pain in his ankle was horrible and difficult to ignore, but at least it wasn't anything unbearable. He could manage walking, even if slow and at a limp, and he could hold his tongue. So in retrospect, maybe he could say the injury wasn't all that bad. It certainly could have been worse, especially considering what else was wandering around this place. Like giant, man-sized birds.
Still, it didn't keep him from mentally cursing the thing that had bitten him with every step and cursing this place for allowing such things to exist.
Maybe it would be better if he considered where he should be going next. It was tempting to just rush back to his room to wrap his wound, but he should really see to getting something to wash it with. It burned badly. It didn't seem as though just dryly wrapping it would be a good idea. Was there a specific location that he knew for certain would hold the disinfectants he needed? Somewhere he could hurry to without delay? If not, he might be better off risking the use of water than wandering around, hoping to find a room that might have what he was looking for.
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