Ryusei Sakuta (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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damned_institute2012-11-29 05:52 pm
asteroidbelt) wrote in damned_institute2012-11-29 05:52 pm
Night 67: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
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Shuffling along the wall would make too much noise, so Ryusei walked normally along this hall. He was worried, but with the exits at the two ends, he'd see someone coming long before they saw him. He could always duck past, but— He'd deal with that if it came up. For now, he had to think about where he would go from here. Routine said the cafeteria, but logic dictated otherwise; there was no point to going there. How about the front door? That— That was an option, wasn't it?
... It...wasn't a good one.
... He'd made it without mishap. Next.
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Shuffling along the wall would make too much noise, so Ryusei walked normally along this hall. He was worried, but with the exits at the two ends, he'd see someone coming long before they saw him. He could always duck past, but— He'd deal with that if it came up. For now, he had to think about where he would go from here. Routine said the cafeteria, but logic dictated otherwise; there was no point to going there. How about the front door? That— That was an option, wasn't it?
... It...wasn't a good one.
... He'd made it without mishap. Next.
[to here]
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The hall was void of any other patients. No risk of him crashing into anybody. The Once-ler kept running, although no longer sprinting as he had through the block hallway. His shoes were not the best suited for something like this, but he really couldn't care about that slight hindrance. He just kept going.
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