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Nightshift 55: Main Hallway, 1-West
[From here.]
All righty. First one here. Surprise surprise.
Peter took a thin breath and took up a post across from the hall, where he could watch both entrances for the gang. His arms crossed and he leaned against the wall. The whole thing was rather broody-looking, to be honest. Not the kind of chipper attitude you expected from a guy dressed like a cast member of Cirque du Soleil.
He was allowed to have bad moods. They happened. He hadn't started the night in one, but he'd tripped into it easily enough on his own. That sort of thing happened when your life sucked this much, okay. There was no sanctuary from the suckage. He sighed yet again. It'd be easier to perk up once somebody else showed up. Then he could push his mind away from all of this garbage and pound some small talk out of it.
Not to mention that waiting out here alone in the big hallway was twice as creepy as it was moving alone through the little ones. His flashlight swung back and forth. Please don't let anything be creeping on me in the dark. Please please please...
He was so not in the mood for whatever monstrosities were lying in wait for him. And knowing Landel's, they were.
[For the Platonic Family!! Y'all know who you are.]
All righty. First one here. Surprise surprise.
Peter took a thin breath and took up a post across from the hall, where he could watch both entrances for the gang. His arms crossed and he leaned against the wall. The whole thing was rather broody-looking, to be honest. Not the kind of chipper attitude you expected from a guy dressed like a cast member of Cirque du Soleil.
He was allowed to have bad moods. They happened. He hadn't started the night in one, but he'd tripped into it easily enough on his own. That sort of thing happened when your life sucked this much, okay. There was no sanctuary from the suckage. He sighed yet again. It'd be easier to perk up once somebody else showed up. Then he could push his mind away from all of this garbage and pound some small talk out of it.
Not to mention that waiting out here alone in the big hallway was twice as creepy as it was moving alone through the little ones. His flashlight swung back and forth. Please don't let anything be creeping on me in the dark. Please please please...
He was so not in the mood for whatever monstrosities were lying in wait for him. And knowing Landel's, they were.
[For the Platonic Family!! Y'all know who you are.]
no subject
She slid out to the main halls to find the normal crowd for the early time. Her eyes slid over the crowd restlessly, and her free hand moved to the zipper of her jacket, sliding it up quietly. At the least, the black of the coat would give her more cover. Cover for what, she might wonder, but at the least she would focus on normal tasks while moving. She had a few boxes of scalpels and blades still, but there was no reason not to gather more. And if possible, she could go and gather batteries as well. Something simple, and by then, she would solidify her movements.
Upstairs then. That was simple enough.
[to here]