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damned_institute2013-12-14 10:39 pm
fourstonewalls) wrote in damned_institute2013-12-14 10:39 pm
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Night 74: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
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The adjoining hall was just as quiet, and Lana hunched her shoulders, huddling in her coat. The place was eerie enough when full of people; desolate, she would be jumping at shadows if she didn't take care to project confidence. Which would help no one. She was better than this -- she'd been in more dangerous situations as a detective, after all, albeit less supernatural ones.
She straightened her shoulders and strode forward like she owned the place. There would be people in the main hall -- there had to be. She had a meeting to keep.
[to here]
The adjoining hall was just as quiet, and Lana hunched her shoulders, huddling in her coat. The place was eerie enough when full of people; desolate, she would be jumping at shadows if she didn't take care to project confidence. Which would help no one. She was better than this -- she'd been in more dangerous situations as a detective, after all, albeit less supernatural ones.
She straightened her shoulders and strode forward like she owned the place. There would be people in the main hall -- there had to be. She had a meeting to keep.
[to here]
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This hallway was as still and quiet as the last. Lust paused for a moment, as though to affirm this impression, before hurrying down the empty corridor towards her destination.
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