freewill: (the harbingers of war)
Castiel ([personal profile] freewill) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2013-12-19 10:21 am
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NIGHT 74: JANITOR'S CLOSET (THIRD FLOOR)

[From here.]

Castiel hadn't known for certain where they would end up. Logically, the last place they'd been had seemed like the right choice, but he refused to assume that. That was the best case scenario, after all.

But here they were, crammed into this tiny space once again, where he had originally found these cards that they had officially proved to be keys.

It was a far better outcome than he would have expected.

Castiel pocketed his key and turned to make sure the others were in one piece. There was only one door to go through, so it wasn't much of a question where they'd be headed next.
ryuuzaki: (hmm - serious)

[personal profile] ryuuzaki 2013-12-31 01:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[From here.]

And there was the lurch, not fully anticipated in terms of timing and thus a little bit worse for it. He could have done without the nausea, especially on a full stomach, but it wasn't so harsh as to cause him to struggle to hold anything down.

The area they were in was very small; it did not seem to be a trap, although it probably still could be if they weren't careful. He'd waited for Lana on the floor near the door the night before. Stepping on the pad again might take them back to the little metal chamber.

He turned to her, pocketing the card and retrieving his Walther. "So we pick up where we left off."

They wouldn't have to run that particular gauntlet again, but what might be coming?
Edited 2013-12-31 13:32 (UTC)
fourstonewalls: (neutral)

[personal profile] fourstonewalls 2014-01-02 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Cute." Where they'd left off was a door back to the main hallway, so they hadn't gained anything versus coming in via the gym. Except for a few moments of awkwardness, since the closet wasn't very big, and the door opened inwards. She waited for him to finish putting things away before she reversed the action -- pocketing her Glock and going back to a normal hold on her radio. Really, with as nervy as they both were, firearms weren't advised. Except for the part where they might be the only thing that would stop them being eaten. Cowgirl up, Skye, she thought, and refrained from smiling. Jake would have found this hilarious -- oh, it was a coping mechanism, certainly, but one she could do with a spot of.

Gun away, she stepped closer to Ryuuzaki, out of his line of fire, and pulled the door open and slipped around it, all without bumping into him.

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