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damned_institute2011-05-29 02:26 pm
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Night 56: Main Hallway, 1-West
[From here.]
He had reached the meeting point in less than a few minutes and there was still not another patient to be seen. Castiel paused, standing near the wall as he moved his flashlight up and down the corridor. There was nothing, not the sound of a shadow slipping through the dark; not the whisper of something less than human.
The only sound was the static that periodically came from his radio. He couldn't seem to get it to let up, and he wondered if it was reacting to him or if he'd been given a faulty one.
He would have preferred the former option, but he had been knocked down too many notches when it came to the loss of his abilities, his divinity, the very things that made him him.
Castiel let out a breath that had been caught in his chest and then lowered his flashlight. He wondered how long this whole process would take, but he supposed that all depended on how well he did as a student. He fashioned himself a fast learner, but he had never been able to grasp things like popular culture.
He imagined he would do a bit better with lockpicking, though. Leaning himself against the wall, Castiel stood there quietly, waiting for Orihara to show himself.
[For Izaya.]
He had reached the meeting point in less than a few minutes and there was still not another patient to be seen. Castiel paused, standing near the wall as he moved his flashlight up and down the corridor. There was nothing, not the sound of a shadow slipping through the dark; not the whisper of something less than human.
The only sound was the static that periodically came from his radio. He couldn't seem to get it to let up, and he wondered if it was reacting to him or if he'd been given a faulty one.
He would have preferred the former option, but he had been knocked down too many notches when it came to the loss of his abilities, his divinity, the very things that made him him.
Castiel let out a breath that had been caught in his chest and then lowered his flashlight. He wondered how long this whole process would take, but he supposed that all depended on how well he did as a student. He fashioned himself a fast learner, but he had never been able to grasp things like popular culture.
He imagined he would do a bit better with lockpicking, though. Leaning himself against the wall, Castiel stood there quietly, waiting for Orihara to show himself.
[For Izaya.]
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By this point, usually Lightning would have turned off her lighting device already. Right now, though? She knew that she just really couldn't afford it, at the cost of potentially missing something in the darkness. She definitely wasn't a cat or anything, and the powers afforded to a l'Cie didn't include anything quite as useful for a time like this, even if she had been at full strength.
Of course, the act of carrying the light around also made her more visible to others as well... and she knew already that it was entirely possible that Hope may try to actively avoid her if he was the one to spot her first...
But damn it, what was she supposed to do?!
There were a few people waiting around like usual, but even the brief reminder of her two nights with Gambit when she saw where she'd first met him wasn't enough to distract her from her task at hand. Her mind was entirely on her current predicament as she lingered in the hall, shining her light on the others as she very slowly made her way towards the building's center-point.
She counted out the stairs as a possibility very quickly. The darkness was certainly thick enough to make someone think that they were underground or something, but she also assumed that Hope had come in through the front door earlier and would know that wasn't the case. She also knew he probably wasn't likely to adventure needlessly...
... Unless there was someone else with him?
No, no, she couldn't succumb to what-ifs. Stepping forward more quickly, she continued further into the hall.
[ To here. ]
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Still no sign of Hope. Once again, Lightning was left with a choice, and once again she paused, at a loss for what to do. If she couldn't manage to scrape enough luck together to just run into the teen, dare she really spend the rest of her inevitably short night wandering the front of the building, counting on that already tiny, waning, vague chance?
All this, right after she'd gotten after Zack the night before for not keeping track of Cloud. Annoyance caused her chest to tighten, and she rolled her shoulders a few times to try and relieve the rising tension as she turned to once more lean against one of the walls.
Was it really possible that this was her fault?
Her eyes were wide as she stared down towards the end of the main hall, then turned towards the first off-shooting one, wishing desperately that her way were clearer- both in front of her and behind her, in whichever path that had managed to land her in his hellhole.
Down the hall she was facing was where she knew Snow's room was, but if she also knew him at all, he would have already left by now too. Unless he was actually waiting for her, although again, she didn't have much faith in the man's ability to stay put for long. Going looking for him would just be taking another chance.
A chance she might have to turn to instead. It hadn't escaped her that she still needed to talk to him, and that need was only amplified by the addition of Hope's presence...
With one last look down both ways of the front hall, she made her decision.
[ To here. ]