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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.]
no subject
The main hall provided far more entertainment than the others, as was to be expected. This was where all the rats in the maze gathered before setting out on their individual missions for the night. Grell paused, sliding over toward the wall as he observed the ones who had taken temporary refuge here. A man flicked his torchlight up and down the hallway, obviously waiting for someone - a man who was not a man as others would call him. He was different, something...unusual. But what? Grell could not tell.
Further down, he could hear a certain redhead's boisterous voice, but the god kept his gaze away. She knew him and he could not afford to, nor did he want to, run into her right now. She might ask about the chainsaw sitting on his shoulder or the clothes. Or ask him where he got his make-up and that was simply not a detail he wanted to share.
So many people waiting, everyone buzzing with anticipation (better to say apprehension, perhaps?) as the night began. Here and there, Grell could hear snippets from the radio. He himself never carried it as it could turn on at the most inappropriate of times and ruin one's cover. He hardly needed to, however. Someone, somewhere, always had that thing and it was loud enough that if he stood still, he could make out what was being said.
Betrayal seemed to be the theme tonight. Landel betrayed by the Institute went to seek help from the ones who set themselves up to be angels for the patients. But with this alliance, they would lose so much faith and fall so much farther than they had thought. Some patients would feel betrayed by their allies in the shadows while others would not care. And eventually...Landel would betray the rebels. A man like that had little qualms over killing allies to achieve what he thought was rightfully his.
"And so the plot thickens..." Grell murmured to himself, smiling at no one in particular. "How many shall fall before the curtain does, I wonder..."
Having seen and heard all he could here, Grell stepped away from the wall and continued forward toward the stairs.