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damned_institute2013-03-09 09:19 pm
envy_the_sinners) wrote in damned_institute2013-03-09 09:19 pm
Night 69: M1-M10 Hallway
Scar was still sitting at his desk, listening to the wind howl outside when the intercom came on once again for the night. He scowled, listening while going about the nightly routine he had missed the previous night. His robe, sash, and pathetic weapons, followed by the photograph, slipped quickly and discretely into his robe. That was when he heard the Head Bastard mention the third floor.
His attention snapped directly up to the intercom and he stopped in his tracks. He needed to get there. That was where everything was, where they must have been keeping the secrets of this damned place. Landel's sinister warnings were completely ignored. If it was a possible route, he was finding it and taking it.
Perhaps one of his allies would know something. First, he would check in with Alphonse since he was so close. But it would be more likely for Lust to know of this sort of thing. God knew they had hardly discussed anything productive, earlier.
Scar pushed out into the hallway with his flashlight in hand, leaning lightly against the wall to wait for the younger Elric.
[Alphonse]
His attention snapped directly up to the intercom and he stopped in his tracks. He needed to get there. That was where everything was, where they must have been keeping the secrets of this damned place. Landel's sinister warnings were completely ignored. If it was a possible route, he was finding it and taking it.
Perhaps one of his allies would know something. First, he would check in with Alphonse since he was so close. But it would be more likely for Lust to know of this sort of thing. God knew they had hardly discussed anything productive, earlier.
Scar pushed out into the hallway with his flashlight in hand, leaning lightly against the wall to wait for the younger Elric.
[Alphonse]
M5
Even when the sun set, X hadn't felt that disturbingly familiar pain, or that sickening rumble in his stomach.
The hypersensitive smell was gone; it was as it was before, early in the morning, when he awoke.
...
That shouldn't have been more comforting than it was, in hindsight. When one lost the warm cocoon of normalcy and was taken to the realms of the insane, to regain it once more was like revisiting a welcome old friend. With X, this was no exception.
He had to hurry.
X bit his lip and scanned around him, searching for that familiar glint of steel that he'd usually hid under his bed. It would have been right against the wall, only noticeable in the dark--
--He shook his head.
No, he wasn't going to find them. He dropped those tools two nights ago in his own rush...
Damn it.
He was going to have to find more. Or at least something else.
For now...
X got: Flashlight
...This would have to do. It wasn't good enough to use as a real weapon, but if he shined the light in someone's face, it could act as a good diversion.
With a sigh, gripping it tight, he dashed out into the hallway beyond.