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damned_institute2013-08-24 06:28 pm
redcladidealist) wrote in damned_institute2013-08-24 06:28 pm
Night 72: West Wing, North Hall 1-A
[From here.]
Despite the feeling of paranoia and worry that settled like a cold stone in the pit of his stomach, Lloyd pressed on through the next hall, only vaguely reassured when nothing jumped out to attack him. Again, the hall was eerily silent, the aged and decrepit appearance of the walls and doors giving the place an abandoned, forgotten feel. It wasn't pleasant, reminding Lloyd of too many ghost stories he'd been told before.
No. I'm not going to think about that, he told himself, before turning into the next hall.
[To here.]
Despite the feeling of paranoia and worry that settled like a cold stone in the pit of his stomach, Lloyd pressed on through the next hall, only vaguely reassured when nothing jumped out to attack him. Again, the hall was eerily silent, the aged and decrepit appearance of the walls and doors giving the place an abandoned, forgotten feel. It wasn't pleasant, reminding Lloyd of too many ghost stories he'd been told before.
No. I'm not going to think about that, he told himself, before turning into the next hall.
[To here.]
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Leaving Zero behind, Sechs continued his prowl down the hall as he forced himself to focus on the mission ahead and not the bitterness he felt towards his cold ally. But the loathsome parasite occupying his spine and consciousness had returned from its daily dormancy and was keen on letting Sechs know of its opinion on the matter. "You know what I think?" the drug sneered, "Zero didn't abandon you and Aigis because of some girl. Nah, when he saw you have that little fit last night, he figured you were too much of a risk to be around. I can tell he's very analytical about these things. He's not stupid y'know. Unlike you..."
Sechs refused to react to the drug's taunting, but its cruel suggestion was like a planted seed that instantly grew into a gnawing weed within his consciousness. The more Sechs brooded over it, the more his bitterness festered inside his chest. It was enough to get his blood pumping and his pace increasing in speed and volume. He was too mad to care if any monsters heard him...
[To here.]