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damned_institute2011-02-10 04:19 am
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Entry tags:
- claire bennet,
- japan,
- l,
- peter petrelli,
- prussia,
- ruby,
- s.t.,
- sam winchester,
- shinji,
- spock,
- sylar
NIGHT 54: M21-30 HALLWAY
[ from here ]
It took her a moment when she turned down the men's hallway to skim the area with her flashlight. This was the part where she got confused, the muscle memory not really carrying her the whole way. He'd given her directions once, but that felt like a lifetime ago now that she actually needed to put them into practice without Bella attached to her hip. Being alone made it harder, for some reason. She hoped Bella was having more luck than she was at getting to … wherever.
On her left, the single door of the bathroom that she suspected was the same as the women's facilities, and on her right four hallways. Peter's was … she scrutinized. Second in from the door? It sounded about right. If her room was F34 and it was the closest to the door, 24 should be one row further in. So, she hung a right and headed down the hallway.
Her flashlight beam checked the numbers on the doors as she headed down. 30 … 29 … the numbers were counting downwards, which was a good sign that this was the right hallway to get her to M24.
[ bumping intosylar peter ]
It took her a moment when she turned down the men's hallway to skim the area with her flashlight. This was the part where she got confused, the muscle memory not really carrying her the whole way. He'd given her directions once, but that felt like a lifetime ago now that she actually needed to put them into practice without Bella attached to her hip. Being alone made it harder, for some reason. She hoped Bella was having more luck than she was at getting to … wherever.
On her left, the single door of the bathroom that she suspected was the same as the women's facilities, and on her right four hallways. Peter's was … she scrutinized. Second in from the door? It sounded about right. If her room was F34 and it was the closest to the door, 24 should be one row further in. So, she hung a right and headed down the hallway.
Her flashlight beam checked the numbers on the doors as she headed down. 30 … 29 … the numbers were counting downwards, which was a good sign that this was the right hallway to get her to M24.
[ bumping into
M30
Something to do with fingers? S.T. opened his eyes and stared at his index finger. He wiggled it, as if doing so would uncover an avalanche of small pieces of cardstock, and in their wake, the empty catalog drawers that precisely paralleled his state of mind. After that, the name of the thing would be superfluous. Relieving, but superfluous.
It was also too dark in the room for him to actually see the finger he was staring at. He crossed the room and peeled his flashlight from the toolkit by feel alone. That was familiar. So were the shapes inside the kit. Round bottles, delicate sheaves of paper, a small, round circle of metal. He slid each one out and into the pocket of his jeans. Once everything was arranged to his satisfaction, he put them on.
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