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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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Heading through the block door, Celty quickly went into the main hallway and turned her torch around at the whole area. She didn't see any cats, or any sign of Depth Charge either, but there were some other patients around. Thankfully none of them were getting attacked by anything either. Good. Yes, that was good. And wherever Depth Charge actually was, she hoped that he wasn't getting harmed any either.
After giving him a quick prayer and clasping her hands appropriately, she shone her light down towards the middle hallway and began heading in that direction.
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Facilier felt it as well. Something outer-worldly was caught by the doctor's magical instincts, even if it were just a small sense of intuition that perked up in his Shadow's spine. Either way, the stranger seemed to know the place more than him, and anyone who could be of use whether by guidance or magic was always considered a necessary asset to the witch doctor.
Like a statue coming to life, Facilier silently removed himself from the wall with the same fluidity as blackened oil seeping away from water. His Shadow followed suit, and the doctor made sure to adjust his coat and hat before carefully approaching the woman from the side. His foot steps were nearly as quiet as the Shadow that glided behind him; he didn't want to scare his target too much...
"Pardon Moi...?" Facilier spoke, raising his flashlight and tipping his hat to the stranger he followed, "Forgive me for any intrusion, but I'm at a bit of a loss when it comes to finding my way 'round these parts," he said as his Shadow returned to an inconspicuous shade upon the floor behind its master, "You seem to look like you know where you're going, and I wondered if perhaps you could direct me to somewhere useful...?"
OMIGOSH, I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS THREAD! I'M SO SORRY!
Then he spoke in English, and definitely to her. Confused, Celty looked back to double check, then when he'd finished asking for her help raised a finger to point at herself. I look like I know where I'm going? she thought, wondering if the man's eyes might have been playing tricks on him in the dark light.