Night 67: F1-F10 Hallway

[a_sin_for_him]

This time, there was no hesitating. There was no contemplating or dithering or taking anyone's feelings into consideration. Lust was simply going to take matters into her own hands. Really, hadn't she always known that was the truth of things? Though it was said so blithely and often as a jest, 'if you want something done, do it yourself' proved time and time again to be an aptly uttered statement.

Anyway, she hardly needed a chaperone. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself, even in her weakened state. Not to mention that she would hardly be the only prisoner seeking the cure. Most likely she'd find someone else, on their own and with the same goal.

Flashlight in hand and dressed in her former clothing, Lust ventured out into the hallway with a brisk and determined air. She had a mission tonight, and heaven help any fool who got in her way.

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[faeth]

When she started in her bed, it was already pitch-black -- the room was empty, and the silence was more than a little unnerving as she struggled to gather her bearings, to remember that bedtime didn't come with the evening here.

It's been a while since she'd simply blanked on making plans with someone, and as she sat on the edge of the mattress, she wondered if maybe her body was more stressed out than her mind had initially gauged of her.

But there wasn't much time to ruminate on that, she realized.

Still a little dazed and confused, she pulled herself up and -- checking to confirm her flashlight and hairpins on her -- was out the door in the next instant.

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