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damned_institute2011-05-29 02:26 pm
freewill) wrote in 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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Ilia knew better than to trust every kind-looking face, but something about the strange man's excitement and straightforward way of talking comforted her. It was oddly reminiscent of the captain. Even his headfirst approach to jumping through portals matched. And Captain had never led her astray before so... why not?
"I don't typically go out with guys I just met, but mines sound like they would be pleasantly scenic compared to this place. Sounds fun." Ilia returned his grin with a ready smile and took his arm. "I'm Ilia, by the way."
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No, wait. Maybe that sounded wrong to a girl who didn't know him. He wouldn't want to give the impression that he was a Colonel Hogan sort, just honorable intentions. "Well. I mean, I don't go out-go out, I mean we go outside and explore things. And I don't always go out with women, sometimes I go out with men or aliens, and sometimes I stay inside, so don't go thinking I'm...uh..."
Oh dear. Carter fumbled his words further, scrambling for some excuse that made him look good, and finally took the coward's way out by smashing his fist against the wall. If anything would be a good distraction, teleporting would do the trick.
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