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damned_institute2011-04-06 12:22 pm
scarefaux) wrote in damned_institute2011-04-06 12:22 pm
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Night 55: Entry Room
[From here.]
Even with the change in staff, the Entry Room looked the same as it did during his first nighttime visit, save for the lack of Mele and her conjured fire. Oh, thinking about her brought back a twinge of guilt- knowing how the town was at night, she surely wouldn't approve of his heading there, even if he was in good company. Well, he couldn't sit in his room forever, and there was no guarantee the rooms were safe- after all, that was where the nurses collected people for the Sleep Studies. Besides that, he'd not been outside of the Institute's walls at night on his own volition. It was high time he changed that.
He frowned to himself in the darkness. Now that he had his body, what would he do with his time at night? He was still no closer to rescuing Dorothy or any of his friends from Wizard Landel's brainwashing, and the General had hinted that things would only get harder from there on out. He knew they had to be stopped, but how? And what could he do? He wasn't a fighter like Depth Charge, or a witch like Mele; he was not a doctor or professional or even someone with a working brain. The fact that he was seemingly useless was what grated on him the most. However, if there was anything the Scarecrow knew, it was that he couldn't give in. Even if it took him forever, he'd think of something. He had to!
The Scarecrow swept the room with his light before heading in, trailing along the wall for safety's sake. "So you've been to town at night?" he asked. "Aside from the time we were left there?" There was also the time the doors were enchanted, but there was a chance not everyone had ended up there that night.
Even with the change in staff, the Entry Room looked the same as it did during his first nighttime visit, save for the lack of Mele and her conjured fire. Oh, thinking about her brought back a twinge of guilt- knowing how the town was at night, she surely wouldn't approve of his heading there, even if he was in good company. Well, he couldn't sit in his room forever, and there was no guarantee the rooms were safe- after all, that was where the nurses collected people for the Sleep Studies. Besides that, he'd not been outside of the Institute's walls at night on his own volition. It was high time he changed that.
He frowned to himself in the darkness. Now that he had his body, what would he do with his time at night? He was still no closer to rescuing Dorothy or any of his friends from Wizard Landel's brainwashing, and the General had hinted that things would only get harder from there on out. He knew they had to be stopped, but how? And what could he do? He wasn't a fighter like Depth Charge, or a witch like Mele; he was not a doctor or professional or even someone with a working brain. The fact that he was seemingly useless was what grated on him the most. However, if there was anything the Scarecrow knew, it was that he couldn't give in. Even if it took him forever, he'd think of something. He had to!
The Scarecrow swept the room with his light before heading in, trailing along the wall for safety's sake. "So you've been to town at night?" he asked. "Aside from the time we were left there?" There was also the time the doors were enchanted, but there was a chance not everyone had ended up there that night.
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Smelled odd in here, Mele noted as she eased the door open slowly and peered cautiously inside. She hadn't encountered anything weird behind doors she'd decided to open yet, but going by everyone else's injuries, something was going on....
That smell was familiar, for some reason. As was the room, she thought as she stepped in, even though she was certain she hadn't been beyond this door, despite having seen it fairly often in the day. Had someone been burning something in here? There was that one time with Soma when Mele had gotten completely distracted by something completely inane, but that was just that one time, and it wasn't like Mele imagined up things on a regular basis. Discounting the reason she had that pin on her hat...and the name on her necklace thing.... Mele frowned as she shone her flashlight around. Serious deja vu.
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Which, as far as Sam was concerned, could work to his advantage here.
He put on his very best agonized expression (not hard), and groaned. "Ohh god. Oh Jesus, not good," he spoke in a strained tone, as his throat tried to constrict around itself from the pain. "There's somethin' bad out there, miss. It got me real bad. You can't go that way. I'm telling you. You gotta go back. You gotta go back. Please don't go out there."
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Don't you look a mess, she thought as she looked him over. "Don't know anyone who could help," she said cautiously, running through the options in her head. She knew no one who could help; she had no idea how long it was until morning—how did others who'd been injured at night cope? Waiting until day didn't make someone's organ burn any slower, she'd imagine.
More importantly, was whatever was out there coming in? She glanced at the door at the other side of the room as she asked, "What was it?" Nothing that could smash through doors, she hoped. But if it were, maybe that was a lucky break. Or maybe it was a lucky break that someone had already been out there first and thought to warn someone despite his own position. At least this guy's and her situations weren't reversed at this moment; maybe she should thank him. Mele had never been one to be the selfless scout. "... Can you walk?"
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His head shook when asked what the thing was, and if he could walk - with some added involuntary shaking in the rest of his charred body for good measure. "I don't know," he answered on both counts. "But whatever it is, you'd better get out of here. It strikes real quick. You won't even see it coming. Safest way is just to go back the way you came," he continued to insist. Strange hair aside, the woman seemed nice enough. Smart too, probably. He really didn't want to have to do anything to her.
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"Who closed the door?" she asked as she turned her body to leave—whatever else, she was eager to get out of here for an uncomfortable reason she couldn't really explain. But as long as whatever it was didn't seem to be attacking—the doors were holding firm, there was no knocking or ramming—it seemed sort of like a missed opportunity not to collect the information. Especially from someone who was dying.
"I'm sure I'd have warning if whatever-it-was got through," she added, to assuage whatever protective feelings he seemed to be having on her behalf. "If you want, I can even tell other people to stay away from this room. How far away was it?"
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Although, he worried: the woman still looked like she wanted to go through herself, especially with the way she seemed so sure she could avoid an attack. "I don't think it's gonna come in here unless it has to," he added, hoping that would further assuage her. "Whatever it is, it's more like a trap, I think. Set to turn on whoever crosses it." He couldn't help a heavy sigh at that. What had his life become at this point, anyway?
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"I'm going, I'm going." She sighed as she turned to go. "I'll see if I can find some kind of doctor or something," she added thoughtlessly as she went. Because of course her chances of finding a doctor were incredibly slim, and she didn't think at all about possibly giving the guy false hope or whatever and all that. "Hope night ends soon," she said cavalierly, waving as she exited.
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