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damned_institute2013-01-24 08:29 pm
armoredsoul) wrote in damned_institute2013-01-24 08:29 pm
Night 68: M1-M10 Hallway
[In M1]
The second intercom message had startled Alphonse, and the chilling change to the doctor's voice threw him off more (though if he were honest he had expected something of the sort). He didn't waste much time, grabbing the 'magic torch' Link had told him about and searching around the rest of his side of the room.
A keyring in the desk and what he could only assume were batteries for the flashlight were the only really useful things he found. Still, it was better than nothing, and after he switched the slippers for shoes he slipped out of his room. Setting down the hallway at a trot, he turned down toward the entrance to the block.
[to here]
The second intercom message had startled Alphonse, and the chilling change to the doctor's voice threw him off more (though if he were honest he had expected something of the sort). He didn't waste much time, grabbing the 'magic torch' Link had told him about and searching around the rest of his side of the room.
A keyring in the desk and what he could only assume were batteries for the flashlight were the only really useful things he found. Still, it was better than nothing, and after he switched the slippers for shoes he slipped out of his room. Setting down the hallway at a trot, he turned down toward the entrance to the block.
[to here]
M2
Well, night had come. The Once-ler pulled his suit out and quickly changed into it, again leaving hat and glasses behind. After a moment's consideration, he chose to take the hammer that he had liberated from the janitor's closet the previous night. The tool went into his belt pouch; after the last night's adventure, the Once-ler decided to leave behind the Truffula seed. It wasn't worth the risk.
The Once-ler went to retrieve his flashlight, belatedly remembering that he'd lost it in the lake the night before. He glanced over at the empty bed where Scar had slept; he'd have had a flashlight too, likely in the same place. It's not as if he needs it anymore.
Still, it took the man another moment before he could steel himself to reach under the pillow and retrieve the light. The Once-ler flicked it on and hurried out his door, with a bit more urgency than was necessary.
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