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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.]
If Rocky can be the Italian Stallion, then Ippo can by the... IDK, Nippon-y Pony or something :P
She took pause at the unexpected bow, but the sheer sincerity with which it was done elicited a short laugh from Rapunzel. "Nice to meet you too, Ippo," she said back, giving a curtsy in return. Rising, she winked. "And trust me, for this? We're not gonna need bandages."
After a moment more of searching, Rapunzel stabbed her pointer finger at a spot on the map. "Aha! That might work," she said, turning her gaze a little ways across the hall. "That door over there leads to a waiting room. That might be safer than staying out in the open."
She put the map away and gathered as much of her hair as she could over one arm again. "Come on," she said, gesturing with a nod for Ippo to follow her. She hoped that making him walk this short distance would be all right. At the door, she tested the handle. Thankfully, it clicked open without a fuss.
[To here]