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damned_institute2011-06-21 10:20 am
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Night 56: Main Entrance
[From here; and time skipping late late so she doesn't hit anyone on the other side with her car.]
Before long, Tifa came up on the dark silhouette of the institute. Eventually the road ended and became part of the entrance way into the mental hospital. The piles of snow masked the perfectly manicured lawns that overlooked the building and gave it such an inviting look.
As the road began to curve in a half circle back out onto main road, she reverses and angled herself at a straight shot toward the entry way doors. It may have been overkill to take down an entrance with a car, but, really, Tifa did not feel like getting out and waddling over and checking the door and finding out it was locked and then taking a few sensitive strikes to the damned wood or steel with her leg. That could all be bypassed with an engine and a fortress of metal.
The only thing she could do was hope she didn't meet the dash or the steering wheel with her face again as she gunned the car as fast as it would go in a very short distance. It barely made it about twenty-one miles per hour before she hit the doors and they popped open, a bit too readily. Nothing cracked between the doors. Nothing splintered except for the giant dents she put right in the middle of them.
The door had been unlocked the whole time, and now she had a car wedged in the door frame that no amount of reversing was going to change. So, she blocked the only easy entrance into the institute with a car when she could have just strolled in by herself and her booze. Awesome. Now she had the pleasure of kicking out the plexiglass windshield with a few awkwardly places kicked on the dashboard. This was not Tifa's best night by a long shot. Nothing hew hurt, thankfully, but a cooling trickle of blood from her forhead was starting to makes its way down her face.
Grabbing her bottles and a severed arm, she carefully slid down the busted hood, onto the glass-strewn floor, and back into the institute.
[To here]
Before long, Tifa came up on the dark silhouette of the institute. Eventually the road ended and became part of the entrance way into the mental hospital. The piles of snow masked the perfectly manicured lawns that overlooked the building and gave it such an inviting look.
As the road began to curve in a half circle back out onto main road, she reverses and angled herself at a straight shot toward the entry way doors. It may have been overkill to take down an entrance with a car, but, really, Tifa did not feel like getting out and waddling over and checking the door and finding out it was locked and then taking a few sensitive strikes to the damned wood or steel with her leg. That could all be bypassed with an engine and a fortress of metal.
The only thing she could do was hope she didn't meet the dash or the steering wheel with her face again as she gunned the car as fast as it would go in a very short distance. It barely made it about twenty-one miles per hour before she hit the doors and they popped open, a bit too readily. Nothing cracked between the doors. Nothing splintered except for the giant dents she put right in the middle of them.
The door had been unlocked the whole time, and now she had a car wedged in the door frame that no amount of reversing was going to change. So, she blocked the only easy entrance into the institute with a car when she could have just strolled in by herself and her booze. Awesome. Now she had the pleasure of kicking out the plexiglass windshield with a few awkwardly places kicked on the dashboard. This was not Tifa's best night by a long shot. Nothing hew hurt, thankfully, but a cooling trickle of blood from her forhead was starting to makes its way down her face.
Grabbing her bottles and a severed arm, she carefully slid down the busted hood, onto the glass-strewn floor, and back into the institute.
[To here]