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damned_institute2013-10-15 07:39 pm
armoredsoul) wrote in damned_institute2013-10-15 07:39 pm
Night 73: M01-M10 Hallway
[M1]
Once night came Al was quick to pull his things together--though he noticed something he overlooked the night before in his closet. He scanned over the note quickly, gritting his teeth before putting it into his toolbelt, along with the rest of his things. A few pages from the journal went into one of the pockets as well, along with a pen to write down anything he might need later.
With a quick glance to his new roommate, Al stepped out into the hallway and started down the hall. He was not going to miss Edward tonight.
Once night came Al was quick to pull his things together--though he noticed something he overlooked the night before in his closet. He scanned over the note quickly, gritting his teeth before putting it into his toolbelt, along with the rest of his things. A few pages from the journal went into one of the pockets as well, along with a pen to write down anything he might need later.
With a quick glance to his new roommate, Al stepped out into the hallway and started down the hall. He was not going to miss Edward tonight.
M6
The new roommate had come in without saying much, and almost as soon as L had finished his dinner, he'd started to prepare to leave. He felt a sense of urgency, a keen need to make up for lost time. He'd had unproductive nights since his abduction, but last night had been the first time he'd ever actually slept through the night without even leaving the room after dinner.
He made the usual preparations: it was easier now that he was used to it. They would be staying indoors, so after a moment's thought, he chose the sneakers, the shoes that had the best combination of traction and flexibility. They were short on protection, but the other options weren't much better. He put on his own white shirt, stuffed a sweatshirt into the backpack, left on the Institute-issue sweatpants and socks, and checked over the small supplies they might need, mostly in case of injury. He let a cherry lollipop dissolve in his mouth as he worked.
No amount of searching turned up another note from Marc and his friends. Either there hadn't been one, or it had been removed.
As he looked, he saw a glint, deep in the closet, that caused him to push aside Lunge's trench coat to make way for the beam of his torch.
Oxygen canisters?
Other things, too--none of it was much like anything he had taken in the past. The timing, as well as the nature of the items and a few of the new things in the metal box, led him to suspect that they had been Edgar's. It was also possible that the canisters had belonged to the room's previous occupant.
They could be explosive. Had Edgar been planning to use them that way...?
His thoughts were interrupted by Landel's announcements--nothing noteworthy, tonight.
When L was sure that anything private was locked in his desk, that he was as well-armed as he was going to be (the gun taking precedence over the brush axe, which he decided to leave behind because it would be an encumbrance), and that he had everything he was likely to need, he slung the half-full backpack over his shoulder and headed for the door.
The roommate received a nod on the way out. "Good luck. We'll have a proper introduction tomorrow."
With that, he was out the door, keys in his pocket, on his way to meet Lana and anyone else who might turn up.
[To here.]