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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.
SO SORRY FOR LATE GUYS!! D:
The smell hit Ilia a second after getting past the door, and she stopped when the sound of laughter filled the air. Not good.
Ilia whispered, starting again at a brisk pace. She kept her hands to her sides, trying to give off an air of peacefulness. If they didn't threaten the thing or person or whatever, maybe they could get by without much notice. She didn't feel like having a fistfight in an area where a fire had just been, but she wouldn't back down if it came to blows.
She wanted to let Lana know that she was willing to buy the other woman time if it came to that, but she thought talking too much might just make them that much more of a target. She couldn't be sure, but whoever it was, whatever it was, sounded like they were going insane.
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Lana looked at the lock one last time, and jiggled the handle -- the tumblers were no looser. Brute force had never been Lana's strong suit. Ilia might have better luck with the door, but there was an easier solution.
"The other door is already open -- this one's jammed and Landel neglected to supply us with the appropriate tools for forcible entry." Lana spoke quickly and quietly, but in the same tone she'd have exchanged nonsense about the weather with a colleague. No sense tipping off whoever -- whatever was out there. She slipped past Ilia and strode across the room, hoping Ilia'd be right behind her.
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The nuclear man shook his head, unstable grin still split across his face. "I don't blame you ladies, either of you, really. It's hard to make it in here without stopping to check on every dying person. You're in a hurry, you need to get things, you don't know who to trust. I get it. I get it so – so much."
A tension had been growing in Sam's chest as he went on, watching the women move from one door toward the other. The earlier parts of the night weren't going to give him peace of mind just yet, it seemed. He knew perfectly well they had good reason not to trust him at this point. Hell, Sam wouldn't trust himself at this point. But it still hurt to watch them move on without even bothering to glance over, or make a token attempt to acknowledge the suffering of someone who was still somewhat human. It was irrational, but really, what was rational with him anymore?
A pop cracked through the room, followed by a hiss and a strangled grunting groan from Sam. The tension inside him was just enough to spark a flare from his shoulder. The flame lit his corner of the room for less than a second, but it would have been enough to let the woman get a look at Sam's burned face if they were looking his way.
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Reaching the other door, Ilia thought she caught a flicker of a flame in the corner of her eye. If there was still a fire going, then this entire area was unsafe! She didn't dare suggest they go back, though. There was nothing to go back to, except to a burn victim that didn't act like a burn victim. With luck, the file room they were heading into would have an exit out the back.
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Light flared: fire, out of nowhere. Lana looked the man -- if that was even what he was -- in they eye, ignoring the burn. What was it with nights and her and men with their faces burnt off, anyway? The flash of the fire was still blotting out that section of her vision with afterimages, but he wouldn't know that.
"My, my, what little faith in humanity. Sometimes all you have to do...is ask." She stepped through the door after Ilia, pulling it closed behind her.
[also to here]