damned_institute | Night 57: F31-40 Hallway

Aguilar should have saved his rant for someone who cared. Rita was sure she wasn't the only one who had zero sympathy and zero inclination to start treating him like some benevolent leader. He thought of them as rational beings, so they should be grateful? Did they also need to be grateful that he wanted to use them as test subjects? How about the part where he was still holding them all against their will? What a bunch of crap.

But, whatever. Rita had her own plans for the night, and they didn't involve taking the advice of some deranged general. She slipped her backpack on her back, her chain belt around her waist, and with her flashlight in hand, she was ready.

She stepped out into the hallway, though there wasn't much point in it. Instead of turning and walking towards the exit, she walked straight up to the wall across from her door. The hand she wore the portal ring on was balled into a fist, pulled back, and then sent slamming into the hard wall. A high pitched shattering sound rang through the hallway, and Rita's world become distorted.

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The girl didn't know how long she'd been asleep, but waking felt excruciating. The usual blankets of sleep instead seemed to be sheets of bedrock pressing against her skull, and relieving the pressure by climbing towards consciousness only seemed to bring more attention to sore bruises and a throbbing deep between her temples. Awakening was slow; sitting up in an unfamiliar bed, an empty room, she paid these things little mind. Her head ached; her hands split duty between keeping her balanced and seated upright and cradling her skull against one bare palm. Her thoughts were hazy, and her vision blurred. Wool felt rough against her fingers, the band tight against her forehead. Had she fallen asleep wearing this hat? She couldn't remember; she pulled it off, hoping that small concession would help.

It didn't.

Blonde hair fell against her cheeks and neck, released from its cocoon in the black beret, but the girl paid it little mind. It was long, and it felt tied up in the back with some sort of fastener, but she couldn't tell what without fussing with it. The air was cold against her scalp. A shiver ran down the back of her neck and her spine, providing only a brief respite of clarity. Wherever "here" was, it was empty, and nothing was happening.

Slipping legs off the bed, the girl absently tucked the beret under her belt at the hip, movements and thoughts unsynchronized. It hurt too much to concentrate heavily on any one thing. She couldn't remember how she got here--for that matter, she wasn't sure where here was. The more she searched, the louder and heavier the pounding in her skull. It was like trying to navigate through a fog, if that fog were as heavy and forceful as tidal waves, or crushing like gravity. Her balance took a few seconds for her legs to calibrate in these boots, for her feet didn't seem to fit properly against the flat inner soles. Did her shoes always feel like this? Did she even wear shoes? Again, no answer bubbled to the surface; they probably were, then. Why would she wake up in a stranger's clothes, anyway?

Perhaps it would have been wise for her to more closely examine the room; that which lay hidden under her pillow remained hidden, the wardrobe undisturbed, the desk ignored. More inviting than all these was the door. It opened easily, and the girl strode out of the room on more confident legs. It was probably the only confident thing about her; her eyes were barely focused, her shoulders hunched, and her posture lackluster. Her headache had done little to abate, but wallowing in pain would serve her no good, and it throbbed too persistently to let her willingly return to sleep. Perhaps walking would clear her head, or, she hoped, jog her memory. What had she been doing before she fell asleep? She couldn't remember.

The hallway was darker than she expected, though she wasn't sure why she expected it to be brighter, either. To her left, the corridor stretched on for a while, and to her right it seemed to elbow-bend to somewhere behind wherever it was she woke up. At the elbow joint of the two perpendicular halls was a door, already opened.

Scrubbing bangs out of her face and forcing her eyes to focus, the girl ventured forth.

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Donna had been quiet for Dinner, as she had been since the start of the 4th shift which, for her, was fairly out of character. She had been debating in that time over something the nurses had given her. "A letter" they'd said. And from her family no less. While Donna knew better than to trust that people who thought she was a one "Jane McAvoy" had gotten a letter from her actual family, she couldn't avoid being curious, if hesitant to open the letter.

She'd kept it, bringing it with her from the Sun Room and into her own without breaking the seal. On one hand, it could have been REALLY hilarious to read what this place thought her family was supposed to be like. She had to have come from some group of loonies to have ended up here, after all. But on the other hand it could only make her angrier than she already was for being stuck there. So did she risk getting herself mad before the night even began, or hope for a good laugh to get her pumped up instead?

Eventually the intercom clicked to life, proving how much time she had been mulling over things. As she turned her attention up though, she found herself somewhat amused. "Sounds like a challenge this time," Donna smirked and straightened on her bed before taking up the letter, "Guess I'll save you for later. Or give you to the Doctor." Knowing him, he'd sonic it, lick it, and finally shrug it off as being nothing out of the ordinary. Maybe she'd just save it for a rainy day.

She stuffed the envelope into her desk drawer, changed into her more fashionable attire, and headed out in search of this Medical Wing. Couldn't be too hard to find with what she knew of the place.

How had she slept through dinner again? Bella sighed to herself as she collected her belongings in her room. The last thing she remembered was speaking to Edward in the music room, and then ... bam, sleep. It was getting pretty annoying, to not remember how you had been returned to your bed. Still, the teenager tried not to think about it.

What did did think about was the fact that she had to get to Edward's room, and then get whatever food he had somehow stolen for her and ... do what next? Did he have any plans for the night?

"Well, we'll see," she muttered to herself, clicking on her flashlight and giving one last quick glance around the room. She hoped Claire would be okay, at least. She was glad that their relationship was slowly being repaired, so that was always a plus.

Talking with Rita was always a nice happenstance, even though she didn't get to do it very often, other than at dinner. The girl was interesting, and from the sounds of it, came from a rather interesting world. Magic was called something else she ... couldn't remember at the moment, and from the sounds of it, they hadn't had any kind of Heartless wandering around. That was good, at least. Maybe that World was safe.

However, for now, she had to focus on where she was going to go next. She had to meet Sora and the other person they were wandering around with at the usual spot -

And then, the overhead speakers went off, causing the princess to freeze in her spot.

The medical wing was open.

Kairi rushed out of her room, clutching Rukia's sword for dear life, as well as her flashlight. She had to know what was in there. She had to know what had gone on those days (weeks?) she had been asleep for. What was going on behind those closed doors that had kept them locked for so long?

((From here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1136244.html?thread=78891380#t78891380).))

Slowing down now, he kept an eye out for the correct room. Thankfully, he was familiar enough with the blocks' layout to have a pretty good idea of where to go. Counting down the numbers, Claude finally stopped at F36.

Of course, he couldn't just go barging into another person's room. Claude brought his knuckles against the door, and paused for a second. "Hello?" he called. "Anyone there?" After another moment of silence, he was satisfied he wasn't interrupting anything, and reached to open the door.

Stepping inside, he glanced around the area. It didn't look any different from the other patient rooms, which made his job a bit easier. Rita had told him specifically not to go through her things, so he had to trust that she'd leave the book in a place where he'd easily find it.

Sure enough, his attention was drawn to the book on her desk. Although outwardly it was a journal just like any other patient's, a quick turn of some of its pages revealed Leon's notes tucked within. As pleased as he was to see them safe and sound, Claude held back a sigh. Dis his friend even remember writing these down? What was he doing now?

But, unfortunately, he didn't have time to mourn. Claude closed the book and tucked it beneath his arm. He had to hurry so the others wouldn't have to wait too long.

((To here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1130130.html?thread=78896018#t78896018).))

Edited 2011-07-18 06:12 (UTC)

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