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damned_institute2011-02-09 02:32 pm
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Entry tags:
- alaric,
- battler,
- buzz,
- byrne,
- canada,
- carter,
- claire bennet,
- claire stanfield,
- damon,
- dexter,
- doctor facilier,
- edward cullen,
- gren,
- indiana jones,
- kairi,
- matt,
- mello,
- peter petrelli,
- ritsuka,
- ruby,
- s.t.,
- sakura,
- sasuke,
- snow,
- sora,
- spock,
- the flash,
- trickster,
- two-face,
- venom,
- woody,
- xemnas,
- yuffie,
- zack
NIGHT 54: West Wing, South Hall 1-A
[From here.]
It was probably a good time to declare everyone legally dead, because this was the fourth hallway in a row. This was what being proactive felt like. Yes. He was going to roll with that. Proactive and paranoid as hell, that was him.
Paranoid enough to take out the pathetic little knife from the pillow case and clutch it around the handful of cloth. Maybe one day, Edward thought derisively, I'll be lucky enough to find night-vision goggles so I can stop wasting my time with the light. As soon as he thought it the flashlight flickered, the round yellow beam turning black before popping back on again.
What little blood he had in him drained from his face. "That was terrible of me, I'm sorry. You're a fine flashlight. Possibly the best."
[To here.]
It was probably a good time to declare everyone legally dead, because this was the fourth hallway in a row. This was what being proactive felt like. Yes. He was going to roll with that. Proactive and paranoid as hell, that was him.
Paranoid enough to take out the pathetic little knife from the pillow case and clutch it around the handful of cloth. Maybe one day, Edward thought derisively, I'll be lucky enough to find night-vision goggles so I can stop wasting my time with the light. As soon as he thought it the flashlight flickered, the round yellow beam turning black before popping back on again.
What little blood he had in him drained from his face. "That was terrible of me, I'm sorry. You're a fine flashlight. Possibly the best."
[To here.]