NIGHT 54: West Wing, South Hall 1-B

[prodigalson]

[From here.]

... this was not a good sign. Edward was used to the single hallway his room was in being empty considering how it was part of the last row of rooms, but once he stepped outside the block there had always been a few stragglers wearing the tell-tale gray slacks. Unconsciously, he pulled the pillowcase closer to him. He wasn't stupid. This was... odd.

Two hallways without a single soul in sight. Maybe it was his pace. It was hard to tell if it was merely human or not; all he knew was that he couldn't stop now. He wished he could be selfish and say it was only worry that pushed him, but his throat was rough and dry. Thirst helped. It always did. It had the driving force of a wrecking ball and the insistence of fatal pain.

[To here.]

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[gald_digger]

A prison on another planet? Following alongside Tear, Anise stared up at the older girl like she'd grown a second head. "But... that's just crazy!" she protested. The whole 'alien abduction' thing was absurd enough by itself, but there were lots of reasons that the prison part couldn't be true, either! "If it's a prison, how come the doors are unlocked?" And there weren't any guards! And Anise had all kinds of things in her room that a prisoner would never get away with keeping.

But seriously, another planet? Tear was right that it sounded impossible. Even hearing it from her, and knowing that Tear would never make up outrageous stories as a joke, Anise couldn't bring herself to believe it. Even if Tear wasn't lying, couldn't she be mistaken somehow?

"So... everyone's here except the Colonel?" Even though she didn't know what to believe, Anise went on with trying to process everything she was being told. Why was Sync included in there? He didn't exactly fit in with the rest of them.

And, most important of all... "Wait, you're saying I've been here for weeks!?" Was she asleep that entire time? She felt like it couldn't have been more than a day since her duel with Arietta. How could weeks have passed!?

[melodists.livejournal.com]

As much as she hated to think it, Tear understood the sentiment. If she hadn't met with Luke first, she would have thought exactly that: crazy. Nothing made sense. As it was, however, she had kept a promise to trust his words, even if Tear herself hadn't witness most of the phenomena. "I know," she answered calmly as she started in the direction of the meeting place.

"This isn't a normal prison," she continued. "They pretend to be an asylum in the day while at night, we're free to roam the area." For what purpose had yet to be fully explored, Tear noted. She wished she had more on the reasons, but given her length of stay, she couldn't really speculate beyond what was heard. "No one knows why, though a few have said it's probably an experiment of some sort."

Tear briefly glanced at Anise and attempted her best assured expression. Its effectiveness was debatable. She pressed forward, regardless. "Also, they keep us here through other means: restricting our artes, taking away our equipment, preventing us from getting too far out of the area..." There was a sharp inhale. "Monsters tend to be everywhere here at night so watch your step."

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