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damned_institute2011-05-29 02:10 pm
freewill) wrote in damned_institute2011-05-29 02:10 pm
Night 56: M-A Block Hallway
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It seemed the he was one of the first out tonight, though Castiel was not surprised that he had adapted to this routine so quickly. Heaven had involved far too much routine, and while being able to use his wings would have sped up this process a noticeable amount, he could at least make the nightly walk go by as swiftly as possible.
The halls were empty. Some people would have been frightened of a dark, quiet hallway, and yet Castiel hardly gave it a second thought. If he felt cold spots or saw flickering lights he would be on his guard, but at this point his only concern was getting to the meeting point.
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It seemed the he was one of the first out tonight, though Castiel was not surprised that he had adapted to this routine so quickly. Heaven had involved far too much routine, and while being able to use his wings would have sped up this process a noticeable amount, he could at least make the nightly walk go by as swiftly as possible.
The halls were empty. Some people would have been frightened of a dark, quiet hallway, and yet Castiel hardly gave it a second thought. If he felt cold spots or saw flickering lights he would be on his guard, but at this point his only concern was getting to the meeting point.
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It was no surprise that this block looked exactly like his own. There wasn't supposed to be any personalization, after all. Still, Harvey sighed, seeing the halls of doors more and more as prison cells, all in a line.
Knowing that his own room was M50, Harvey used pure common sense to figure out which hall would hold M30 and then started down it. He was curious to see who was already there, especially when most of the halls had been so abandoned.
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Ted slowed as he came to the end of the hallway. There was a door to his left, and a wider hallway opening up to his right. He peeked down it. It might be worth exploring, he thought, starting down that way.
He wished Bill were here with him. Or anyone, really, as long as they weren't totally heinous creatures bent on galaxy domination or something.
He hummed a tune of his own invention, trying to make the night a little more cheery.
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He turned back, heading towards the door he had seen. Maybe it went somewhere. There had to be a way out of this place.
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As he headed down the hall, Klavier thought he briefly caught the sound of humming from somewhere down the hall. He stopped in his tracks, frozen for a moment as he listened, but the sound was gone. He hadn't imagined that, had he? ...Talk about unsettling. Already he was wondering if he should maybe back off for the night, but definitely couldn't do that, no matter what he had just told himself. This place would always be unsettling. He couldn't afford to keep wasting time. And Prosecutor Gavin wasn't exactly known for curling up in a corner just because things were getting complicated or difficult.
Still, he inhaled a deep breath and checked the hallway one more time before continuing on and heading for the door exiting the room block. He was walking a bit faster now.
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Luke passed through another hallway, the beam of his flashlight flickering over the walls. This whole place gave him a bad feeling and everything felt a bit different from when he'd been hustled through here during the day. The walls felt closer, in the dim glimpses he caught of the walls, the place actually looked more run-down than he would've guessed.
Weird.
He quickly moved on.
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Yeah, just as dark in here, too. But he was pretty sure these were where more rooms were. ...Though he was really just basing that off Lightning's little map again. He didn't actually know, and he couldn't tell under these conditions. He'd just assume that was the case right now. And if it wasn't it didn't hurt to check anyway, right?
Thing was, there were a lot of rooms in these things. And Snow had nowhere near the patience to go around and knock on every door to see if she was around. That'd be annoying. But he still had to see if she was around. Ah, well. Ahem.
"Hey!! Lightning!! You in here?!" Pause. "Liiiiiiight!" Another pause, this one a little longer. Hmm. He scratched his cheek absently. "Guess not," he said to aloud himself. Well, there was two areas cleared. He was making pretty good progress!
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If Snow was wise, he would smell the sulfur first. The gas surrounded the metallic blue bird-like thing like a cloud leeching from their very skin. The next thing he would notice was something twisting and writhing like a snake near the ceiling, wings stretching as the element Snow called for began to arc and crackle as it built up.
[Kaze - hi bb]
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When he came out into the hall, he could hear someone yelling. Not a particularly smart move on their part, really. While the halls this close to patient rooms were usually safe, it was stupid to draw attention to yourself, regardless of where you were.
And he wasn't about to stick around to see if trouble came calling. Instead, he kept his flashlight off and hurried for the next door.
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It was an industrial building, that much Tolten could tell. And...it almost seemed old. The material, the width of the hallways, the decor...it struck him as something out of Gohtza a few centuries ago! But of course he couldn't be in Gohtza. He could certainly understand them wanting to take action against him, or bring him on charges of war crimes, but there wasn't anyone to do so! And even so, had the remnants of Gohtzan military taken him, surely they would know whom they had and keep him more secure.
The torch was also odd, and strangely quaint. The light wasn't quite right, though. And it smelled unpleasant - the whole place. He could hear movement, and headed towards where he thought the bulk of it was coming. He didn't like being alone and unarmed in this place. If he were to encounter a guard or soldier (assuming they weren't one and the same) he would be defenseless.
At least being on the move kept his mind from worrying too much about what could happen to him....
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And they were on their way. The walk from this block to Kairi's wouldn't take long at all, and Sora had to admit that it would be nice to have some company with him. It was cool that he and Venom were in the same hall now, since it would make it so that they could check up on each other even if they weren't heading out together.
"So," he directed back at the man as he led them to the block's exit, "how was your time in town today?" While he had spent some time with Venom in Doyleton last week, he hadn't seen any sign of the man this time around. It only occurred to Sora afterward that Venom was clearly sedated and he must have done something to end up that way... which meant that asking the man that question probably hadn't been the best idea.
A bit sheepish, Sora kept moving. Venom wouldn't talk about anything he didn't want to, right?
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Will it away. Stay awake. Will it away. Stay awake. Don't drift off...
"So, how was your time in the town today?"
The town...? What did happen in the town?
The question easily found a place in his head, nesting there and running in circles. What happened in the town? God, he couldn't remember right now... He had been looking for something. Information? Something work-related was usually the easiest bet. But it couldn't be that; there was a lingering sense of disappointment in his chest, one that wasn't as ignorable if he had lost the opportunity to work. It couldn't be work, but what was more important than that--
"Master Zato..."
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This was where they were supposed to be meaning, Lunge noted as he entered the hallway. It was still early enough that a steady feed of patients from both sides kept things relatively bright with stray torchlight, so he switched his own flashlight off and stepped to one side to wait. Even in the semi-darkness it wouldn't be difficult to spot L's hunched shape and pale face.
Not Edgar's, though. Edgar would be waiting in his room for them, presumably to save on energy after his ordeal. That alone struck Lunge as strange; if the man was too weak to walk down to meet them, why was L so eager for him to come with them tonight? There was, admittedly, the curiosity that was his magic to consider, but even so he couldn't help but feel doubtful that they would be able to achieve all that much.
Just the same as most every other night, then: wandering around in blind search of progress, at the mercy of the radio and the intercom as each side dropped hint after dubious hint. It sounded, at least, as though Aguilar had activated something for tonight; whatever that click had signified had the potential to speak volumes for its initiator. Patience was all it took. Defenseless patience.
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When L reached the end of the hall, Lunge was already there.
"Have you been waiting long?" he asked, in a tone that suggested that the question was a formality, maybe a humorous one--not much time had passed since their doors had unlocked. He turned to face the row of corridors and indicated the one to the right of his own. "Figaro's room is just here. However, I wanted to speak to you about something."
He shot a glance at the nearest door, the one he'd seen someone go into; he could see light coming from under it, and hear several voices in hushed conversation. "It's not what I wanted to talk about, but did you see who went in there?"
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The hallway looked somewhat familiar based upon his brief time spent going in and out that morning and that evening, but regardless of that fact, Edgeworth illuminated nearly every corner he could see before he continued on. It wasn't so much for the sake of his peace of mind as it was a cursory glance to familiarize himself with everything, even in the darkness. The volume of people he began to pass by increased, and Edgeworth took that as a good sign - he likely wasn't venturing into the unknown or anywhere particularly dangerous if there were multitudes of people around, and although he did his best to stay out of the way, he took comfort in that fact.
The first door he came to had a sign over it marking it as the bathroom, and Edgeworth almost stopped for a moment to investigate further - it would be good to familiarize himself with the amenities they were provided, then have the opportunity to collect things he might need later - but ultimately he decided that he could always check on the way back. The greater curiosities were located elsewhere.
There was another door not too far away from the first, and Edgeworth instead redirected his attention towards it once he caught a glimpse of it in the periphery of his vision. Turning his light at it straight on, he stood and watched as several other patients made their way out. Unmarked as it was, it was clearly the way into the greater parts of the institute.
His hesitation was much less potent this time around - after all, what was the worst that could happen? Each step strengthened his resolve, and the amount of people around him bolstered his security. Placing his hand on the door, Edgeworth pulled it open before casting a brief, cursory shine of his flashlight towards his path and stepping out.
[To here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1104269.html?thread=78071181#t78071181)!]
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As it turned out, Meekins' room was right at the end of an intersection in the hallway. When faced with the choice between a long path that seemed to have no end and a shorter one that had what looked like a bathroom door right across from him, there was no question which one Meekins would take. After several minutes of fumbling through the longer hallway and reaching a dead end, he found himself back in this shorter corridor.
Okay. He might as well try that big door across from him. Unlike the other doors he had passed, it didn't have a letter with a number posted next to it, and he knew (from painful firsthand experience) that barging in on someone uninvited was not in his best interest. He opened the door and peeked in. Now, Meekins wasn't the brightest at deductive logic, but even he knew from the array of sinks and stalls inside that this was his destination. He would be quick about it and head back before any of these scary soldiers could find that he left his room without leave.
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Now that Meekins was back into the corridor, he realized that he had a problem in getting back to his room. ...Just where was his room? Before him were four hallways, and he couldn't remember which one he had just come from. To complicate matters, in his haste, Meekins hadn't even thought to note down which room number was his. And even if he had thought of it... he had nothing to write with. The only thing he had in hand was his flashlight.
But at least this time, he hadn't lost his badge, apparently. The whole time since he had first awakened in this strange building, he hadn't even noticed the tag affixed to his uniform. Maybe it would tell him which room he belonged to! Taking care not to drop it, he shone his flashlight upon it and read the information on it. Billy Bibbitt. D Class. 49895960M.
...That strange name that the soldiers had given him! Yes, there was a mistake after all! He had been committed here in error! In other words, he didn't belong here after all! Come morning, he would bring this up to the first soldier he saw. They would have to understand, wouldn't they?
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Flashlight kept at the ready, eyes having gotten used to being not at their sharpest by now, he made quick progress through the main hall, thinking back to what Zack had told him in Doyleton about his room number. M57 ... Well, if the hallway from his room was from M1 to M10, and this next room was -- he ducked his head into the next hallway, checking the nearest door -- M20, then ... well. Seeing as he'd just passed the third hallway and there was only one more before the exit at the end of this corridor, the 50s would be in the block of rooms to the north of this one.
The one he'd passed by last night. Damn it, he'd been close by and hadn't even known. Cloud picked up speed as he reached the door, pushing it open and glancing around the corner.
[ To here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1104269.html?thread=78112141#t78112141). ]
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And here Byrne allowed himself to rest for a moment. He could almost see Badd's door now despite how dark it was in the hallway. (Goddamn his lack of a flashlight. ...Oh yeah, he had forgotten to look for that when he'd been in his room, hadn't he? Crap. Ah well, too late to do anything about it now.)
He sighed. Honestly, as much as he was afraid of hearing more about the future, he felt much safer with Badd than anyone else here. Badd was his best friend; he could trust him more than anyone else, and that was crucial in a place like this. What could either one of them do all alone? And the truth would come out anyway, as much as it would hurt. Well, hurt more than it already did knowing he was gonna die, but... No matter. He needed to go now.
A little more confident, Byrne started to walk to the door again.
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As he walked out into the larger hallway, Byrne subconsciously checked to see that Badd was still with him. Good, he was. He definitely felt much better traveling around here with a friend than being alone, partly because that friend actually had a goddamn flashlight. (Seriously, he needed to get a pen or something and write CHECK FOR FLASHLIGHT!! on his hand so that he wouldn't forget to search next time. This was getting ridiculous.)
There were other things to worry about than the lack of a flashlight, however. For instance, where Kay was, if Kay was safe, and how he'd be able to handle hearing the rest of what would--will--happen in the not-too distant future. He considered asking Badd about all three of those things right now, but he quickly decided against it; it was better to wait. They needed to agreed on where to go and be sure that they actually knew how to get there first.
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He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that people could be that stupid. Sure, it was big-hearted of the rebels to take in the man they'd been trying to off for who knows how long, but it was stupid. Now Landel knew their faces, their names, where they were - and the patients? Left in the middle. Again. Ritsuka was fuming at the very thought of it. He knew he shouldn't be surprised, but that didn't leave him any less disappointed. Were they going to try and reinstall Landel and get rid of this military then? What good would that do? The only thing that had changed since the takeover was the person sitting behind the desk. The patients were still the rats in this stupid experiment and now their only somewhat ambiguously helpful ally was shacking up with their enem--
Right. Gamzee. Ritsuka let out a heavy sigh and hefted the backpack onto his shoulders as he threw a glance at his roommate. It wasn't fair to Gamzee for Ritsuka to rage quietly while they walked off to find his face paint. He should at least try to get to know this kid, for however long he decided to stay. He knew his ears and tail would be betraying how he felt - ears flat against his skull, tail swishing side to side - but he could at least try to be polite. It wasn't like he was angry at Gamzee anyway. "...So how long've you been here?"
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As it looked like Ritsuka was getting ready to move on, the troll slipped the sweater on over his shirt, causing his hair to fluff up even worse than it already was from the static electricity. He brought nothing with him save for the essentials - the clown horn that's stuck unceremoniously into one of his pockets. He wasn't going to honk it in the dark hallways; that might scare some of these humans who weren't used to seeing in the dark and he liked to think he was a considerate troll. But there wasn't any point in leaving it behind.
"Can't say I know much about human adults. Fuck, I don't all know much about troll adults. They all up and leave us younger motherfuckers once they get old enough. Guess that ain't all bein' the case here." He supposed all societies were different, and all the adults he'd seen around so far had been nice enough, even if the ones that ran this place could get a bit pushy.
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Facilier took to the shadows with ease, strolling close to the wall with his coat tails fluttering silently behind him. He took care to walk as softly as his Shadow, nearly gliding down the hall until he reached the end.
Ahead was the door leading to the bathroom, and to his left was the next hall. Everything was hushed and foreboding. So quiet that Facilier could have heard a mouse scuttling by if there was one in the area. In fact, there was something creating a sound... A soft clicking that Facilier could not fully grasp. He stopped for a moment, making sure it wasn't his shoes that were the culprits, but found that the barely audible sound seemed to be coming from all around him... It was unnerving to say the least, and just as Facilier and his Shadow tried to perk up their ears to the source of the sound...
"Bwaaaaaaaaaaah!" came a shriek from the darkness. Facilier and his Shadow jumped on the spot, comically startled by the parrot-like screech that came from a patient whom Facilier was quick to spot out with a furious glare.
"Mon Dieu...!" growled the witch doctor, rolling his eyes at the source of the noise, concluding that the yelping patient was not announcing any sort of danger which Facilier need not be concerned with. The man was simply spooked by another patient, someone he seemed to have already known. Nothing useful to Facilier, but a pain in the ear no less.
Not wanting another earful from the far too easily excited patient (if there were monsters around here, that man was sure to attract them), Facilier shook his head and moved on to the next hall.
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Other than two men having a conversation nearby, there wasn't much to see in this hallway. That was fine by Peter, seeing how he didn't have much intention of sticking around. No, at this point he was going to do his best to put as much distance between himself and Sylar as possible. It wasn't his obligation to babysit the psycho, at least not when he was relatively certain that the man wasn't going to be able to hurt anyone.
With the way Sylar had been struggling to stand on his own, Peter doubted that he'd be plotting out any murders. He didn't have to feel guilty for running off, for not staying glued to the man and keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn't do anything.
That was what he told himself, anyway.
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Tossing an amused look back at Edgeworth (after all, he wasn't a lady, and Edgeworth had opened the door about as formally as a guy did when he was on a date), he stepped into the next hallway. Pausing a bit, as he still had no idea where he was going, he waited for Edgeworth to follow and close the door behind himself.
"...you would think they could change up the decor around here," Phoenix commented dryly, as he moved the beam of his flashlight along the walls. "I mean, with all the monsters they have, they could have put some kind of floral wallpaper up just to lighten the atmosphere."
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"..." Phoenix's brief silence was filled with concern as he followed after Edgeworth like a newly adopted puppy did for its owner, his general aura unsure, as he disliked upsetting Edgeworth. However, it wasn't as if the reaction was a new one - Edgeworth wasn't exactly difficult to displease, and Phoenix was more than familiar with his prickliness.
"I'm um...not exactly sure," Phoenix finally started, as he trailed behind the prosecutor. "He should be close to where I found you...maybe a hall away, if you turn right from where we ran into each other."
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"At least he isn't all that far," he said as he continued on, his stride slowing after a time to allow Phoenix to walk next to him. "Is he the one that informed you of the bats?"
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Tifa had to stop when the arm she had been toting around eventually rolled off the bottles of liquor. It made a light thud as it rolled a few inches away from her. The darkness wasn't completely pitch thanks to a few patients still talking in the corridor; however, she sure as hell didn't want to be seen holding three bottles of booze and picking up a decomposing limb. That would not be a good reputation to have.
As quietly as she could, the young woman squatted, picked up the cold limb and continued to quietly hug the wall until the she saw the number for room 30. How convenient that it was all the way at the front of the hall!
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He wasn't feeling so confident by the time he walked down the hallway, having not been too sure about his trip to begin with. It didn't help that he still felt cold, or that he figured it must be too late for an escape attempt, anyway. He had stayed in his room for quite a while, after all. He must have lot a lot of time, and the other people in the hospital... were they out as well? He had encountered someone last night before, but he wasn't sure if it was because that person was allowed to roam in the hallways or not...
Or really, if that was even real. Who was to say he hadn't dreamed that crazy encounter up? Maybe he had unconsciously done so, seeing that he hadn't been able to see anything last night anyway, and he must have been transported here during the night. Maybe he had dreamed it to cover up what had really happened to him-- being brought here.
If that was the case, though, then it was eerie how the door had opened and no one seemed to really be looking for him. Shouldn't there be... night nurses or something, or patrols if they were going to people people locked up? Or was it just that they were so sure of the locks that no one had bothered to check?
He took a few shaky steps forward, flashlight aimed at the ground in front of him so that he didn't trip on anything. He couldn't understand why he felt so... off, either. Still cold. It wasn't as if this was a harsher place than the Vile Peaks. Despite everything, it wasn't as if the staff was shooting him on sight.
Taking a deep breath, he continued forward again from his unscheduled halt to think. Anything was better than that.
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There were a lot of places to look, but first she needed to drop off her things. With both hands occupied with bottles, she didn't trust running around the institute without her weapons at the ready. Or, more likely, she would just pass out on her bed. Seriously, if this was a concussion, she was probably fucked.
Lightning was probably not in their room, so she would have no one to watch her.
"Great--oof!" This was probably why she should carry a flashlight on her all the time, less people to knock over. "Oh, I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention." Probably because she had a concussion!
"Are you out here by yourself?" He was only a child, and the things that lurked in this hellhole could eat a boy in one gulp--Not that she would tell him that! Humor sort of got hazy when life or death came into play. Tifa could offer a smile, though.
"I'm Tifa!" she offered readily. "Need help getting somewhere?"
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