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damned_institute2013-12-14 10:39 pm
fourstonewalls) wrote in damned_institute2013-12-14 10:39 pm
Night 74: Main Hallway, 1-West
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The main hall was not, in fact, full of people. There was a light down the hall, though, where a figure was obviously waiting for someone, and not especially patiently. She could do better than what looked to be a teenager, and settled up against a wall to wait.
If Ryuuzaki wasn't along in a few minutes, she'd call him on the radio, but she'd slept all day; she wasn't exactly the model of punctuality herself.
[Ryuuzaki]
The main hall was not, in fact, full of people. There was a light down the hall, though, where a figure was obviously waiting for someone, and not especially patiently. She could do better than what looked to be a teenager, and settled up against a wall to wait.
If Ryuuzaki wasn't along in a few minutes, she'd call him on the radio, but she'd slept all day; she wasn't exactly the model of punctuality herself.
[Ryuuzaki]
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The main hallway was clear -- including of anyone she wanted to see, as well as any ambush. She waited awhile, but no one else arrived.
Even if no one was attacking, she wasn't going to get anything done by waiting. She'd never had time to wait.
She pulled out her radio, and sent a message. Two messages. A first, again, to Rita. No answer. "Blasted thing," she muttered. Not the radio's fault that no one was at the other end, but she couldn't curse at Rita or Goku if they weren't here.
[Soushi]
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It didn't take long to walk the short distance from his room to the larger halls, though it seemed many of the patients had already come and gone. He cursed his luck and the day's bleariness; he didn't have a moment to waste, even as directionless as he was.
He was about to continue on as he caught sight of another patient in the area. Normally, the woman wouldn't have earned a second-glance, but for the way she was fiddling with her radio. Almost as though it wasn't a radio at all. It was far too large to be for sending text messages, but the similarity was enough to spark his interest. He schooled his features, donning calm concern.
"Miss? Are you alright? It's not safe to be alone in this place."
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She'd slept the entire day -- if they were going go on a fault-finding mission, they were both to blame, but Taura was here now.
She straightened up and tucked her radio into her handbag, making the other contents clank. "I guess I'm on my own, unless you're not waiting for anyone, now?" Her tone turned it into a question -- she didn't want to head upstairs by herself, but she couldn't stand around all night again, and it couldn't hurt to ask.
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Marc. She hadn't been looking to make her way out, but as he spoke, she thought about it. It felt like running away, but was that cowardice itself talking? The unknown was scary, after all, even when compared to a torture chamber full of monsters. She'd escaped one already, though, and it was her duty to. Besides, she owed it to all the people she'd made promises to...Armand, TK, Leela, von Karma, Son Goku...herself. And whoever had made it to the coliseum.
Her eyes widened. "Sechs?" she whispered, barely more than a breath. He'd been talking about going down there. Was it him? Or...someone he'd killed? Either way, it drove the last shreds of hesitation from her mind. She muttered an apology to the man she hadn't even gotten the name of, and bolted without looking to see if he'd followed her -- or even reacted.
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