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damned_institute2011-07-16 02:12 am
inherited) wrote in damned_institute2011-07-16 02:12 am
Entry tags:
- albedo,
- badd,
- castiel,
- claire littleton,
- claire stanfield,
- donna,
- gant,
- guybrush,
- ippo,
- izaya,
- jessica drew,
- kairi,
- kratos,
- meekins,
- riku,
- rose (tvd),
- sechs,
- sonia,
- sora,
- terra branford,
- the scarecrow,
- utena,
- venom,
- yomi,
- zack,
- zero,
- zex
Night 57: Main Hallway, 1-East
[from here]
As far as Riku knew—which wasn't a reliable piece of information in the least—this was approaching new territory for him. It was the first time he tempted fate by going somewhere without one of his friends since he first woke up in this place. If it wasn't Sora or Kairi that was there with him, it was Naminé; to some degree, each one had been there for him on the various nights that passed. Before, it hadn't been a guarantee for success; maybe part of the concern was that there were too many feelings involved. When he worked before, cloaked with the blindfold that hid his worries and fears, he was weighed down by the need to do something for his friends, if not their actual presences.
It was a thought that he needed to stall immediately. That was agreeing with the Shadow, after all. Then again, that Shadow wouldn't have expected him to have gained one still unknown comrade for the night. His impression of this guy wasn't fully made up yet, but it was getting there fast. Even if he had a gun and he was young—which, for anyone else, might actually make them stall, but Riku had been promised heroic adventures at the age of five by a stranger with brown hair—he still had a head on his shoulder and an obviously distinct way of being.
Riku realized that as they grew closer to where this med wing was that if he was getting here with Sora or Kairi, he wouldn't be trying out the drugs for a change in his experience. Neither of them would let him, and his own guilt would be overridden by his sense to accomplish something. But they weren't here tonight. He had no way of knowing if they were even still in Landel's. Any plans he could make were based off maybes, so he had to focus on now.
He slowed considerably to glance down toward Albedo. The guy still had a question to answer, and it seemed wise to get that out of the way before they had these drugs in their systems.
As far as Riku knew—which wasn't a reliable piece of information in the least—this was approaching new territory for him. It was the first time he tempted fate by going somewhere without one of his friends since he first woke up in this place. If it wasn't Sora or Kairi that was there with him, it was Naminé; to some degree, each one had been there for him on the various nights that passed. Before, it hadn't been a guarantee for success; maybe part of the concern was that there were too many feelings involved. When he worked before, cloaked with the blindfold that hid his worries and fears, he was weighed down by the need to do something for his friends, if not their actual presences.
It was a thought that he needed to stall immediately. That was agreeing with the Shadow, after all. Then again, that Shadow wouldn't have expected him to have gained one still unknown comrade for the night. His impression of this guy wasn't fully made up yet, but it was getting there fast. Even if he had a gun and he was young—which, for anyone else, might actually make them stall, but Riku had been promised heroic adventures at the age of five by a stranger with brown hair—he still had a head on his shoulder and an obviously distinct way of being.
Riku realized that as they grew closer to where this med wing was that if he was getting here with Sora or Kairi, he wouldn't be trying out the drugs for a change in his experience. Neither of them would let him, and his own guilt would be overridden by his sense to accomplish something. But they weren't here tonight. He had no way of knowing if they were even still in Landel's. Any plans he could make were based off maybes, so he had to focus on now.
He slowed considerably to glance down toward Albedo. The guy still had a question to answer, and it seemed wise to get that out of the way before they had these drugs in their systems.
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Lana, at least, seemed the most steady in feeling, if not in action. Why did she move forward and back like that?
Casting her attention between the three of them--the shaking, terrified Bella, the depressed, mournful ghost, and the caring, careful Lana--the girl called Jane simply looked confused.
"If...," she started, her tone uncertain from simple uncertainty alone; neither fear nor the obvious chill seemed to have hold on her. "If Bella's going... and Lana's staying... what should I do?"
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"I won't all hurt you none. Promise. Look, I wouldn't even be able to touch a motherfucker." He reached out toward the wall then, and his hand passed right through as if it was merely an extension of the air around them. An illusion. How could they expect him to be able to cause any real trouble now? There was nothing at all solid about him.
He couldn't feel the chill around him anymore and therefore had no reason to believe he'd cause any of them any harm should he come in contact with them.
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She just had to hope for the best. Maybe things would be fine. They had to be; she couldn't think otherwise, or else she'd be paranoid and twitchy the rest of the night, and no one wanted that ... especially herself. Maybe the ghost boy wouldn't freak out and scream at them like the little boy she had seen had done. Maybe things would be all right.
"Besides," she continued, running her fingers through her hair. "It's best to look, anyway. Especially for future reference. This is kind of ... a rare thing, right? I've never heard of the Medical Wing being open, and I've been here for ... at least almost two weeks."
How could an entire wing of somewhere be closed, especially when it dealt with health? It made no sense.
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She couldn't help curiosity; she hadn't been here quite as long, but that wasn't an obstacle. And she had no concern over resisting the temptation to consume anything they found there; if brainwashing or coercion was involved, they could have just as easily plucked her directly from her bed.
She spun on her toe and marched towards the door before any of them could lose their nerve or raise another objection.
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