Night 69: West Wing, Hall 2-A

[envy_the_sinners]

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Scar slowed his pace once he was in the hallway, checking back for the others once again. Normally he would have had no issue with being at the front of the group, but after that thing that had attacked him the other night...

This was impossible.

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[envy_the_sinners]

Scar nodded to Alphonse. Much as he was loath to rely on alchemy, he wouldn't let his lack of weapon become a liability in a life threatening situation like it just had. Scar had been utterly useless out there. It was humiliating.

"Where is this closet, then?" Lust seemed to know where she was going better than any of them did. He pushed himself up from the wall, still gripping at his shredded arm. It stung a good deal more than he cared to let on.

[fullmetalheart]

"Well, even if nothing else gets accomplished, Al and I will have gotten a chance to explore and find out where things are," Ed said in a philosophical tone.

He stood back, letting Scar have his personal space back and waited the the group to decide to get moving again. He had no idea where they were going and knew it was better to let the ones that had been there longer lead the way.

[a_sin_for_him]

"Somewhere on this floor," Lust repeated, evenly. "I haven't been there myself, I only know from collecting information off of the public board. Did we see a sign, can you remember, when we were here last?" She tapped her finger against her lips, thoughtful. She wanted to say that she had, but it was hard to tell what was a memory and what was just confused fancy.

"And I don't mean a closet. I mean proper hospital rooms. Medical rooms. This is the floor that they're on." She turned to look back down the hallway.

"Well, aren't I amongst a group of gentleman." It looked as though it was ladies first. Fine then. Someone had to take some manner of charge here.

"Is that wrapped well enough?" She cast her eyes to Scar's arm where he clutched it, hesitant to move beyond the relative safety of where they were if it wasn't.

[armoredsoul]

"I assume you mean other than the morgue, then, 'cause I don't think we'll find bandages in there. ...unless they do experiments in there that I really don't want to think about," Al added with a shudder.

He picked his sword back up and shone his flashlight back down the hallway, making sure nothing had come up the hall during their brief scrambling outside.

[envy_the_sinners]

"I don't remember a sign. We had intended on finding supplies but never got that far." They'd gotten distracted in the possessions room. "But I can imagine examination rooms would be in a section all to their own." As far as Scar was concerned, giving Lust the lead had nothing to do with being a gentleman. He would have much preferred to at least stay toward the front, not for control's sake, but simply for the potential risk that was involved with being at the front of the group.

"It's fine," he grumbled in response to her question of his arm. He hated being incapacitated, always being the one to get hurt, yet he would rather it be himself than any of the others.

Scar began marching off down the hallway, wanting to maintain some sense of being in the front. Restrooms did them no good, and neither would a staff library.

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