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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
M27
In this room. Forever.
His eyes shot open and he inhaled deeply as he pressed his hands against the floor and pushed himself to his knees. He could already see that the scar on his hand had disappeared, but – fast, he needed to be fast. Claire might've already left, or worse, caught up with Peter, in which case this had all been for nothing.
He dragged himself to his feet using the mattress as his hand-hold, then tried not to fall over. He found himself disoriented by how he hadn't actually regained his full height, but that was the least of his worries; he looked down at himself – clothing a little baggier, but that's how it looked on everyone, and he yanked his coat off his shoulders as he realized that it'd easily give him away. Knife too, if Claire had talked to Elle – and she might've.
He shoved the knife under his pillow – painfully – and then turned to face the door. He snatched up his flashlight from where it'd fallen on the ground and put his hand on the doorknob. Here went–
He froze, and then, with a frown, slapped a hand to his forehead and ripped off the small piece of gauze that still sat there. He ran an unfamiliar finger over the incision injury, finding only the few stitches that remained. No scars, just like his hand.
Quickly, he arranged the stupid bangs over the injury and then, with grit teeth, stepped outside.
[ Into the main hall. ]