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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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