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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.]

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[From here.]

And the only company awaiting him in the big hall was a stoic looking man, leaning on the wall and surveying the place with unblinking eyes. Heyo, stranger. Don't know you, don't recognize you, so I'll just be on my way.

Peter disappeared into the shadowed corridor to the right mere seconds after he'd entered. No time to waste.

[To here.]

Edited 2011-05-29 22:56 (UTC)

[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1106225.html)]

Well! At least he wasn't the first person to end up here. Niikura eyed the one other guy standing in the hall with a little bit of curiosity; it looked like he was waiting for someone as well.

He edged over to the wall as well, maintaining a healthy distance from the other man while pointedly keeping his eyes and his flashlight beam on the space of hallway in front of him. The last thing he wanted to do was that awkward routine where people kept sneaking little looks at each other because they had nothing better to do until they accidentally did it at the same time. And nothing was worse than unintentional eye contact.

He nearly started humming the Kamen Rider theme again, but realized just in the nick of time that he might attract more bats or something again. It was better to just stay quiet, as difficult as that was right now.

Hm, hm, hm, any minute now, really...

[for lawyers squared]

Edited 2011-06-23 21:43 (UTC)

[from here]

The main hall was relatively empty, and Renamon was thankful for it. She would prefer to move quickly upstairs so she could take her time moving through the rooms again. Simply because things reset did not mean that she could afford to take it for granted. Some things could shift, and by any rate, she had not explored each room.

She moved to the stairs and kept going.

[to here]

Edited 2011-05-30 03:35 (UTC)

[from here]

Silly as it may sound, it actually did help to distract his mind with a melody. Silence was painful, and if he at least could focus on something else, he could think a little more clearly. Even without the actual presence of music... though that would have been preferable.

And now that he was focusing, he recognized this place as somewhere he most certainly did not wish to linger. Twice now something had made its presence known to him in this hallway. It was proving to be one of the more dangerous areas. Best to continue moving rather than standing there and possibly attracting attention. If he recalled the map correctly, the doctor's offices were further down this hall, past the Sun Room. The labs were upstairs. Both might prove useful, but the offices were a bit more dubious. The labs held far more promise. Actually, the entire second floor did. It was the one section of the institute that could only be glimpsed after nightfall, and more of the unusual rooms were up there.

He quickly moved toward and up the stairs, running the image of the map through his mind's eye as he moved. Where exactly... did he want to focus his attention first?

[to here]

[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1104269.html?thread=77974925#t77974925)]

"You know, I am so going to complain about the number of hallways we have to go through here," Wally complained loudly as he entered the, guess what? next hallway. "Landel could teleport us, right? Why not give us some kinda door zapper remote control thingy that we could use to just--"

He stopped mid-complaint as he realised that, one, his voice carried in the quiet of the night, and two, this hallway wasn't completely empty either. Great, way to look like an idiot, Flash. Still, it wasn't like he could claim that he'd been trying to avoid people noticing him, what with the running around in red spandex. Not that he was really looking for the attention either, but... yeah.

Wally laughed a little awkwardly, rubbing the back of his cowled head and flashing a quick smile in response to any of the looks he got before heading further into the hallway towards where he remembered going the night before...

When he'd gotten attacked and his arm broken, among other things. He hesitated, torn between trying to find some other place he could get something to eat and deciding to risk it. All because last night had gone so horribly wrong didn't mean that he'd run into trouble the same place tonight, right?

...yeah, that wasn't very reassuring. Forgetting about the wonderful first impression he'd made on the others here already, Wally studied the doors he'd been aiming for, then turned to look further along the hallway. Weren't there some stairs around here, somewhere? Maybe somewhere upstairs...

[for Edward!]

[from here]

As expected, the main hallway had a little more activity. That was good, since more people meant less of a chance of monsters getting the drop on anyone. Anise was able to breathe easy for a short time as she passed through the hall, turning to enter the halls leading to the men's blocks.

She walked quickly, realizing there was a possibility that the others had the same idea that she did, and were going over to meet her at her side of the patient blocks instead. Or maybe they'd go off somewhere on their own without waiting. Either way, Anise had to hurry if she didn't want to miss them.

_{[From here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1104269.html?thread=77980557#t77980557).]}

Luke finally emerged into a larger hallway; this one seemed like it was more traveled. He took a moment to get his bearings and glanced up and down the stretch of tile and walls. Strange. Still no guards, no alarms - nothing to hinder his escape. Not even a locked door.

It couldn't be this easy.

_{[For Donna!]}

[ from here ]

Their usual meeting spot wasn't too crowded as usual, though Erika could tell that she probably wasn't the only person who was waiting. Hopefully, this wouldn't be a problem, but she still stayed closest to the hallway she just came out of as she set her things down and waited. It was a shame she couldn't look at her toy, but Erika didn't want to draw attention to herself for once, and she did that enough simply by not wearing her uniform. That was a shame, because she really did want to take a few more looks at it...

Oh well. Erika settled for the tedious task of straightening out her outfit, since she was so sloppy lately with putting it on. Erika cared greatly about her appearance, it was just that time wasn't on her side for once. Troublesome. At least it was a good way to pass the time.

[ Waiting for Sync and Nigredo. ]

Edited 2011-05-30 21:42 (UTC)

People. Ted's heart leapt a little, eagerly searching the sparse group for signs of a familiar face, his own quickly dropping as he failed to find any. Some part of him hoped to suddenly spot Bill, but it was a vain hope and he knew it.

But there had to be others here trying to escape. Surely they could see what a totally egregious place this was. They didn't turn on the lights at night, and there weren't even any ghosts. At least, none that had greeted him yet.

And there had to be a way out...

[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1105943.html?thread=77997591#t77997591)]

As usual, this hallway was more crowded than the others. Leela shined the flashlight around, but didn't see Gren yet, so she leaned against the wall nonchalantly, as out of the way as she could manage while still keeping an eye out for him.

[Team Bebop! ♥]

[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1104269.html?thread=78033549#t78033549)]

Matt hadn't been in the hallway where they usually met, though Mello looked for him out of habit, despite the note. He wasn't in the hallway by the stairs, either. Really holed up, then, and probably sulking.

Mello had never been very given to introspection, not generally liking what he found when he looked too deeply into his own psyche; but he was self-aware enough to realize that his way of coping with things--do more, do anything, only act--didn't work for everyone. He didn't begrudge Matt the right to take some time off. ...all right, he did, but he wasn't going to admit he did.

He made for the stairs, sweeping the flashlight beam along the floor in front of him. One benefit to being alone was that he didn't feel any need to pretend he could see perfectly well.

[unwittingly awaiting the Sisters Skye XD]

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Carter kept playing with the stone of his ring, which he was currently wearing on his flashlight hand. He hoped it went up to the mines instead of dumping them in the middle of the mountains because that really would be a pain. And whoever went with him probably wouldn't be too happy either.

He waited in the hallway, watching people wander and looking for someone who seemed like they'd want to go out on a good old-fashioned adventure.

[from here]

The first task had been settled the night before and he held to a path recently known and newly considered. His brother had left already, likely the other as well, and when all was said and done, perhaps Albedo was glad of it. There was pain in him, and he had stopped considering it. There was a part of him, masochism aside, that was tired of being hurt.

There was a part of him, in retrospect, that had wished he never had gathered kindness anew for his sibling.

[to here]

Edited 2011-06-02 04:15 (UTC)

[From here.]

Oh, there were a lot of people in this hallway! That would be a good distraction from the whole girlfriend topic, wouldn't it? Some of them Sora recognized and some of them he didn't, but that was always how it went. Even with how long he had been here, he hadn't met even half of the patients here, probably. That was kind of a crazy thought, but it was true. And it didn't help that people got cycled in and out so quickly, either.

Of course, the thing that stood out to Sora the most was when he saw Edward, seeing how he both knew him and he was Venom's friend. Or something like it, anyway. This time Sora didn't stop himself from grabbing for the man's wrist and then pointing Edward out. "Hey, look who it is!"

In the end, he couldn't hold back from waving at Edward either. The guy he was with was wearing a really flashy costume -- something even more over-the-top than Sora's own outfit -- but the boy just thought it was cool. It was the sort of thing that would probably stand out to monsters, though, unfortunately.

[From here.]

The stairs were up ahead, already bathed in the strained glow of flashlights that didn't belong to him. There was no need to point it out when they were already beelining to it.

Peter paid little attention to who was in the main hall with them tonight. He did the customary sweep, of course, but once he identified that none of these people were known stabbypantses or familiar faces (Senna wasn't here either), they became irrelevant. He had bigger things on his mind tonight.

"Um. So. Your hair's gotten pretty long." He took another anxious glance back to follow the length of that mane. Peter was positive it was about half that size the last time he saw her. He knew his hair was thick, but jeez. You could hide a baby in there. "How long has it been since we last - uh. Since the thing with all the clones?"

A question he wasn't sure he wanted the answer too. He'd met people from different versions of his universe. Most of them knew him as a grown-up, but a grown-up that didn't look anything like him. A Spider-Man who had lived a totally different life. Jessica was the first one to recognize him on the spot, no questions asked. And he knew her. Yet unless that was some spectacular weave she was sporting, odds were that they didn't line up on the timeline so well.

It would take months to grow her hair out like that. Maybe even a year. Peter's stomach churned. Longer than he remembered it being.

Aigis didn't stop after exiting the block hallway, moving quickly into the main hall of the institute. She would have been lying if she said she didn't feel a need to rush past the place Aidou had ambushed her the night before. Something about that area now had her spooked, and she was a bit breathless by the time she reached the main hall.

There was still a lot of activity here, so she felt relatively safe to stand by. Leaning against the wall, Aigis turned off her flashlight and caught her breath. For a moment, she just indulged in the feeling of the rush of air in and out of her new lungs. It had been a while since she'd allowed herself the extravagance of enjoying a human sensation. Other than eating, of course.

She didn't want to waste time waiting too long, but maybe she could rest here. Just a moment more.

[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1105943.html?thread=77995543#t77995543)]

There were only a few people in the main hall, and they all looked like regular prisoners. Morgan didn't bother with more than a quick glance at them. She was just opening her mouth to ask Guybrush whether he'd found anything worthwhile in the antique shop when his radio crackled to life.

"Oh my God," she said when the broadcast shut off. "Was that Landel? Actually talking about helping people get out of here?" No way. LeChuck was a master of that no-really-I'm-just-a-normal-swashbuckler-like-you routine too, and Morgan didn't buy it any more from a kidnapper than she did from a murderous voodoo-soaked undead pirate with poor personal hygiene.

Morgan stalked ahead, scowling at the darkness in front of them like she expected Landel to step right out of it. "He must think we're idiots."

[from here]

Here was where indecision would always lay. There were places to break off to, rooms to shift into and explore, but the point based itself too lacking. And if one spoke further, it had been shone that the more she explored, the more she was at risk. She had no skills to nullify a creature or beast, and by fleeing and escaping constantly, nothing new would be learned. Was there a different approach to take, or was she simply failing at the task in front of her to an extreme degree?

What was the purpose in this place? What path was left before her? There lacked meaning in the night's wanderings, the day's interactions, and she considered if there was a purpose. If this was only a holding cell for a set period of time. She did not know. And moving forward became difficult when forward was too hard to define.

She paused in the hall, white plug-suit bright against the dark, and placed a hand to her throat, tracing scars.

[for the pilots.]

[From here]

Unconsciously, Rapunzel followed the same route she had taken a few times by now. That was almost definitely a comfort thing, she supposed, or at least as close to comfort as one could get in this place. She knew she was going to have to veer off into unknown territory eventually, but for now, getting her bearings in familiar hallways seemed to be the easiest thing to do.

She slowed her jog somewhat to keep from tiring too quickly, but kept her walking pace quick as she passed the corner of the 1-A Hall. There were some doors coming up in the centre hall, she knew. Now would it be better to take one of those, or keep going and see what's in the east wing...?

[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1105167.html?thread=78082063#t78082063)]

Now in the main hallway, Sai stopped. He didn't immediately see anyone else from his group meaning he'd either missed them (which was highly unlikely) or that they had yet to arrive. He just needed to stand out of the way of the main crowd now, somewhere his fellow ninja would still be able to see him, and wait for the others to arrive. Any spot along the wall would do, so he picked a spot and stood to wait.

As he waited, he watched the others passing in the hall. There were some familiar faces, but many that he just didn't recognize. How many new patients had come and gone while he hardly noticed, he wondered. The ninja had been focused heavily on his own goals recently, which was probably good in many ways but still meant he wasn't learning as much about others as he used to. Perhaps he should change that in the near future.

[ From here. ]

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. ]

Edited 2011-06-04 02:13 (UTC)

[from here]

Stefan caught the flashlight without thinking. Honestly, he would've caught it even if he was thinking — it was too ingrained in him to counter Damon's chaos with order, and the sound of a flashlight clattering on the tiled floor by itself went against a vampire's natural desire for quiet and staying hidden. Well, unless those vampires were Damon, but his brother had always been... exceptional. Either way, no doubt Damon had expected Stefan to do exactly this, and now that he had the flashlight, there was no way his brother was taking it back. So Stefan stopped staring at his hand and didn't even waste a second to roll his eyes before following after him.

"What happened last night, anyway? I talked to both Alaric and Wally, and it sounded like you ran into something more than the usual super-size animal." Usual, as if they should just expect to run into giant rodents everywhere they went. In truth, that would probably make their lives a lot easier, but the only one Stefan had actually seen so far was one squirrel. He wasn't sure how they'd hunt creatures which didn't even give off a scent (how a bear-sized squirrel didn't give off a scent aside from its blood—?), but between his luck and Damon's, finding trouble was probably the least of their worries.

Stefan glanced over surreptitiously as he walked alongside his brother, wondering how he was doing with his lingering wounds. In the past, having the two of them take down a mountain lion with their bare hands would've been child's play. Now, doing so would be asking for deep scratches and broken bones. "We should find some kind of weapon too... Do you know if there's anything up there?"

[from here]

She was good at what she did; she'd been designed to be, even if the committee that had done the designing had done everything in their power to screw up the project before it had even begun, and gotten worse once their experiments were old enough to voice an opinion on it all. In general, it had been a crashing failure; in specific, specifically Taura, it had been a raging success. Not so much for house Bharaputra, who'd sold her off at a bargain price, but for the Dendarii, yes! And for Taura herself, who no-one had bothered to ask until Miles had.

"I've been with the fleet for four years now, and I've been here for over two weeks." Both made her a veteran; she wasn't sure which was more important, really.

The larger hall was a little more crowded, but no more so than usual; Leela was deep in conversation with a couple of people she didn't know, so Taura just waved and flashed her a wide grin.

[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1104269.html?thread=78125197#t78125197)]

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.

Nothing new in the last hall aside from patients who seemed to be waiting or talking; little seemed to have changed in this hallway. A strange sight to see, surely—patients walking around so decisively. Hmm...the list of things Maya wanted to ask come morning was lengthening a good bit. Better than not having a purpose, I suppose?

Little comfort. No matter; she had a closet to find.

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