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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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"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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