Nightshift 55: Main Hallway, 1-West

[tightsofmight]

[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.]

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[brb-burgers.livejournal.com]

"New, yeah," finally! Someone who didn't automatically assume he was just showing up again. This fellow was already making more sense than all his friends had for an entire day. He'd been so intent on getting answers that they were still similarly dressed in these crisp uniforms (he had considered changing in his room but decided against it). While they didn't look bad they certainly felt out of place. "Nice to meet you anyway. Seems like they've got a whole bunch of confused folks housed here," he gave this Ori-harhar or whatever his name was a once over.

"So what's your story-- and why are you out here alone? I have a lot of questions, warning you now." a quick glance over the edge of his glasses was his cue he was being serious.

[propheteer]

Being new meant that the young man would have little to offer in the way of information, but Izaya could still share a few things as an investment, of sorts. Of course, he didn't want to spend too much time standing here talking—there was a whole building to start combing through, after all—but if Alfred really did have as many questions as he'd warned about, he would just have to come along.

"If you have questions, then it's fortunate you ran into me. My 'story' is that I was kidnapped, same as you," he answered. "From what I've heard, no one is entirely sure how they arrived or why they're even here. The staff has been exceedingly tight-lipped about their plans for us all."

Izaya glanced down the hall momentarily to see if anyone else was close by, and then returned his attention to Alfred. "As for why I'm alone... Well, saying that either one of us is alone isn't exactly accurate any longer, but I could easily ask the same of you."

[brb-burgers.livejournal.com]

Honesty was the best policy, generally it wasn't the most brilliant thing to do to take someone at face value but right now he didn't have much of a choice. Besides, this guy seemed straight-up and to the point. The soft frown he made (contemplating, he had nothing to be genuinely down and out about) quickly vanished when his question was thrown right back at him.

This Izzy guy could play ball. Standing a little straighter he pressed his hands into the small of his own back and bent backward, just to stretch out a little bit. "I'm alone because I wanted to get an opinion from someone I didn't know. Some of my friends, at times I can't tell if they're my enemies or not."

That said, things did need to move along but truth be told he hadn't gotten a good feel for the layout of the land. "I've got no place to be so let me come with you and then we both won't be alone anymore? Y'know how it is in the movies, people split up-- bad things happen..."

A momentary pause followed, his smile growing just a bit, "Figure we can skip that whole plot device and keep each other company. I'll just follow where you're going, if you don't mind." There wouldn't be room for objections, he really didn't want to be alone, either. So he clapped a hand on Izaya's shoulder and gave him a charming smile, "So tell me about yourself!"

[propheteer]

Izaya gave a soft laugh when Alfred commented about friends who were sometimes indistinguishable from enemies—for someone like him, that was a concept all too familiar. His alliances were generally matters of convenience for all parties, and he was well aware that could easily change when usefulness ended.

Even though he himself had thought about bringing Alfred along with him, he was less than pleased by the man actually inviting himself without so much as asking if it was alright. However... Well, it would be more trouble to get rid of him at this point, and really, Izaya hardly knew him. Maybe he'd at least prove interesting—beyond being pushy.

After a moment's consideration, he removed Alfred's hand from where it had landed on his shoulder. "Very well," he agreed, heading towards the stairwell.

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