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damned_institute2012-10-16 04:10 pm
rocksthecourt) wrote in damned_institute2012-10-16 04:10 pm
Night 66: Front Desk (Med Wing)
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Was it actually physically possible for it to seem even more quiet in here than it had outside? It was like the air itself was just dead and refused to move. Like the stiff air of a church that made one just naturally want to whisper. Or was that just his own paranoia making it feel that way?
Klavier scanned the area as best he could from the doorway, but that was asking a little too much of his flashlight, it seemed. He ventured in carefully, suddenly feeling immensely stupid for having traveled here all alone. There was only so much one person could do to keep an eye on their surroundings, and already it felt like there were far too many places something could pop out from. The silence only seemed to make it feel even more dangerous rather than safer.
Just... No. Don't. Come on. He had to focus. He wasn't going to get anything done if he spent the entire time terrified out of his wits. He was armed, wasn't he? And the door had been locked. There was no sense in overthinking it. He just had to concentrate on what needed to be done and worry about reacting if the time should come. That's all. Alright then.
Except there was one glaring exception to this, and that would be the room across from him which had its door gaping wide open. To be honest, turning his back to an open door felt far too much like an invitation. There was no way he could move further in without feeling that open doorway staring at his back the entire time.
So, moving so his back was facing the wall, he moved over to that room first.
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Was it actually physically possible for it to seem even more quiet in here than it had outside? It was like the air itself was just dead and refused to move. Like the stiff air of a church that made one just naturally want to whisper. Or was that just his own paranoia making it feel that way?
Klavier scanned the area as best he could from the doorway, but that was asking a little too much of his flashlight, it seemed. He ventured in carefully, suddenly feeling immensely stupid for having traveled here all alone. There was only so much one person could do to keep an eye on their surroundings, and already it felt like there were far too many places something could pop out from. The silence only seemed to make it feel even more dangerous rather than safer.
Just... No. Don't. Come on. He had to focus. He wasn't going to get anything done if he spent the entire time terrified out of his wits. He was armed, wasn't he? And the door had been locked. There was no sense in overthinking it. He just had to concentrate on what needed to be done and worry about reacting if the time should come. That's all. Alright then.
Except there was one glaring exception to this, and that would be the room across from him which had its door gaping wide open. To be honest, turning his back to an open door felt far too much like an invitation. There was no way he could move further in without feeling that open doorway staring at his back the entire time.
So, moving so his back was facing the wall, he moved over to that room first.
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Klavier was sure to close the door of the break room behind him. Even though he'd verified there was nothing and no one in there who might stalk after him, he'd rather have the security of a closed door all the same. Still, he felt a tiny bit better about moving around now that he wasn't going to cling to the walls for the rest of this trip. He shifted the bag on his shoulder, verifying that the pipe was in an easy-to-snatch position. Not that the idea of fighting with it was really reassuring but at least he wasn't completely without defense here.
He moved at a slow pace, making sure to scan around him as he moved. The front desk itself sounded like it might be promising, but it looked like it was even more useless than the break room. Pens, empty forms, staplers, a bottle of hand sanitizer... Okay, that one was actually useful. So he grabbed that and threw it into the bag with everything else. Still, he really hoped this wasn't how the whole night was going to go. Even if they were moderately useful, he wasn't coming out here to risk his life for the sake of picking up items he could get at an average convenience st--
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Are you a good patient?
It took a moment for him to remember to breathe again. There was no one here. That had to have been left earlier. It had to have been. But if it was, did that mean that someone had been expecting someone to come in here? ...No, of course it did. After all, they'd been trying to attract people here by leaving pictures and such. So of course they would assume someone would come tonight as well. But wasn't that a bad thing? Didn't that mean there could be some sort of trap or something set up somewhere? Or an ambush, perhaps?
He turned around, directing his light at the rest of the hallway as though expecting to see someone peeking at him from around the corner. But there was nothing. That same stifling nothing.
...Suddenly, he really didn't like the idea of standing around in the open like this. Even though rooms were easier targets when setting something up, it seemed a lot safer to have a small area that one could monitor easily than to stand in a hallway with lots of twists acting as blind spots.
So, barely even paying attention to what specific room it was, Klavier ducked into the room behind the front desk.
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It was a bit astonishing, really. When he was in a near panic state, the pain in his ankle was definitely there, but it had been ignorable. He'd been able to put it on the back-burner as he focused on fighting and escaping. But now that he'd managed to calm down, the pain suddenly seemed amplified and impossible to disregard.
After Klavier found his way back to the Medical Wing entrance, he finally decided to stop and examine his wound. Not that he knew much about what to do other than the most basic of basics, but there was no way he could leave something like a major bite alone. He pulled up his pant leg enough to get a good look at it. As expected, he was bleeding. It had gone down and was seeping into his sock, still wet and going. Nothing profuse where he had to worry about dying of blood loss, but he needed to clean and dress it quickly.
The problem, however, was that it was a little swollen. ...Again, he didn't know anything about bites. It was possible that might have been common, but he found the detail worrisome. Swelling usually meant the body was trying to push something out, didn't it? Or maybe he didn't know what he was talking about. Either way, he needed to address it quickly. Hopefully after he had, this burning sensation would go away as well.
Unfortunately, he didn't have much in his room as far as medical supplies went. No bandages, though he supposed he could rough it and cut up some clothes he wasn't using to make some. There was no substitute for his lack of disinfectant, though. Nothing to help clean his wound at all, actually. Not even water, as desperate a choice as that was.
One would think that he would have an easy time finding such supplies in a hospital, but he didn't know exactly where to look. And right then, wandering around to look for a supply closet or something like that didn't seem like a very bright idea. Especially in this particular area. Right now, he just wanted to get as far away from here as possible.
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The door leading into the Medical Wing was already open by the time they got there, which most likely meant someone had broken inside ahead of them.
For a moment, Tsubaki had an unsettling thought of Scar being attacked, with wounds so deep he'd just barely been able to walk. The memory made her all the more cautious as she entered, sweeping the room for threats--including the ceiling, on the off chance any of the giant spiders were up there. Everything seemed still and quiet, however. No movement.
She moved a little further inside and paused to get her bearings. So this place had been around the whole time, just locked up?
OH MY GOD could i be slower...
She couldn't really say she'd known what to expect, that she'd been expecting something in particular at all, but this place seemed to fit the bill... regardless of the fact that this seemed to be only a small part of it. "Where's the clue supposed to be then? Do you know?"
it's a backthread, who cares!
Inwardly, she thought the answer to her question might simply be that the Medical Wing was a fitting location. They were places you visited when you were sick, after all. Only this place didn't really feel as friendly or as comforting as the nurse's office Tsubaki knew at school, not by a long shot.
As she moved to the left and saw the white board on the wall, she was doubly convinced of that. It took her a moment to figure out what the black streaks were, but when she did, the message made her take a step back before she turned and rejoined Leanne. Are you a good patient? Augh!
"U-uh, I think they've been showing up in the X-Ray Room... At least that's what I remember," she answered.
OH... well good!! YAY :D
Leanne's eyes followed Tsubaki's, to the board on the wall, though she couldn't quite manage to figure out what it said before she turned back toward her. Maybe it was for the best. If it wasn't part of the clue, she wasn't sure she wanted to know anyway.
"The X-Ray Room," she repeated, nodding once at Tsubaki. "Got it." It was good enough for her, with as little as she knew about the place.
She turned around, flashlight held in front of her and taking note of just how many doors surrounded them. Which one... Which one was the X-Ray room?
"Can we just keep following the hallway to reach it?"