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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
From M30
Prussia thought the name had a real ominous sound to it—and the stuff about not disappointing some general again (General Aguilar, the new voice doing the announcements had said?) didn't help that much. He would have had little problem with this place coming under military supervision if it weren't for... well, just about everything that had happened since the soldiers arrived. There were too many bad reminders of what might happen next.
He waited until Taylor had left to move from his desk, going straight for the closet. He opened it slowly, as if he were afraid of finding out that the sword he'd gotten off of Raph really hadn't been there. But it was, and he grabbed it out without a second thought. He had a long night ahead of him, and things that he needed to do.
The first thing he had to do was find.....
Gilbert frowned. He'd wanted to talk to someone all day, right? With some effort he could picture the guy—tall, blond, and imposing.... Ah, right; Ludwig, that was the name. He'd wanted to discuss this morning's events with the guy, though why he'd thought some guy he'd only met a handful of times was the best person to talk to escaped now him. He remembered calling the guy his brother once or twice when he was talking to other people, but the 'why' of that seemed just as elusive at the moment as why he wanted to find Ludwig. Maybe he'd meant that the guy was like a brother. They weren't related, after all, even if the guy had said his last name was Beilschmidt too. Gilbert would have known if he had a brother.
But come to think of it.......
...Well, whatever; his mind felt sluggish, and over-thinking little things like that wasn't helping. The first thing he had to do was find Ludwig, and he'd figure out what to do after that later. His sword in one hand and flashlight in the other, he headed out of the room and down the hall.
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