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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Why was it everything Sasuke said seemed to have more than one meaning? Was he not concerned because... he trusted her to be useful, with or without weapons? Or did it just mean that he was more interested in why her things were missing when others weren't? In finding out if it was just another of the institution's tricks or not? Either way though, it meant he didn't need to worry about her being useful, right? She really wanted to kick herself for letting a few words get to her, but it meant a lot, coming from him.

"Ah, well then-" followed immediately by- did he just-

Sakura didn't so much as hesitate when he asked for her hand. Whatever the reason, she wasn't passing up an opportunity. And this time she didn't even have a sprained ankle! She put her gloved hand on his. What now? They were in a crowded hallway. Surely he didn't intend to- not that she'd put up much of a fight, but there were people standing around not that far away. Give me your hand was just how it started. Then it would be close your eyes and maybe even a come with me or don't worry, I'll protect you.

"Of course!" this was no time to be timid, after all.

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Sakura didn't finish whatever it was she'd meant to say, and although it was irritating in its way (why start if she didn't intend to finish?), Sasuke let it go in favour of moving on with the night. Whatever information had been gathered just now he could parse in the monotony of the daytime.

As soon as he felt their hands make contact, he lifted his fist and slammed the ring against the wall, the jewel shattering on impact. For a moment, he thought nothing was happening and what he'd heard about them was merely a fluke --

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