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Night 57: Medical Wing Hall

[from here]

He glanced idly at the doorways as they passed them, and yet still none read infirmary. "It's only a waste of time," he replied. "If you can't find them. Which would be a bit pathetic in a small building like this."

There was another hallway to the left and Albedo ducked into it, coming up short. Draping his hands behind his head, he walked back to the other, tilting his head. "Especially since I saw Sora about twenty minutes ago. Hopeful with hair at unrealistic angles?" Which would make sense. Sora was sky and didn't Riku speak as shore?

It was annoying, that. It spoke of a beach, and that reminded him too much of a girl.

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As much as she wouldn't have minded running, Sonia knew there were good reasons for being a slo-mo at a time like this. First off, they didn't know where the Infirmary was, and second, they had no idea what could be waiting for them down here. As she walked with Scarecrow, she tried not to pay attention to how creepy this place was. At least in Robotnik's headquarters, you could see a meter in front of your face.

Stay sharp, Sonic would have said. "Stay sharp," she whispered to Scarecrow, echoing her thoughts. "For once I can say that neither of us know anything about this place. We don't know what we'll find."

"Whatever it is, I don't think it'll be good," the Scarecrow whispered back, the beam of his flashlight shaking with his hands. While he was glad Sonia seemed to have enough courage for the both of them, he couldn't help but wonder if gumption alone would be enough. Even if he hadn't set a trap, it was likely the General wouldn't like the thought of someone actively trying to stop people from testing his potion. What he would dispatch to take care of them was the worrying part.

The sounds coming from the side halls were unsettling enough as it was: a scuffle here, a scream for help there, all punctuated by the same stifling silence that usually filled the corridors at night. The Scarecrow had to remember that he had a job to do- even if they didn't manage to deter anyone, he needed to satisfy his own curiosity and hopefully get some useful information in the process. He had a reason to be there, and he wasn't about to turn tail and run now. Not yet, anyway.

As they neared the end of the hall, they reached a door that had been opened already. "This looks like it might be it," he commented as they headed inside.

[To here.]

[From here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1143306.html?thread=79261706#t79261706).]

There were suddenly more people out here than there had been earlier. Just how many were here, anyway? And they were all human and wearing the same uniforms...this had to mean something. Or maybe it meant nothing at all.

Zero tried the other doors in the branch hallway he was in, finding them all to be locked. This brought him back out to the main hallway, where he began to wander in search of anything useful. With everyone going in separate directions, it was once again hard to know which way to go to find that medicine.

His thoughts went back to the two humans he'd run into before, how they had so easily believed him when he'd said there had been a giant spider in the room behind him. Were the spiders that common around here? Or just beasts in general?

Just what was this place, anyway?

It was starting to seem more like a surreal dream than reality. Perhaps that was why Zero hadn't thought to ask those humans about this place or why they were here. If it were a dream, it didn't matter, right? He'd wake up soon, if he wasn't dead after all...

... But that spider's kick had hurt. That was something a dream could not do. He'd felt terror in dreams. But never physical pain.

[here]

Hm. Nearing closer to the center of the wing proved the occasional gaggle of patients loitering in the area, all likely after the same information they were. Had they already taken this offer from Mr. Aguilar, then? Was it that much of a disappoint that there was nothing better to do than wait in this hallway?

...he wanted to claim he was imagining what smelled like rotting flesh and what sounded like... an animal? His left hand released its grip on his cue and the fingers of his right hand deftly spun the weapon at his side, stopping the motion once the tip was facing forward. After all the instances of the night ending and leaving him nowhere, he was not about to stop and investigate what he knew would be trouble. But if something dared come at them, he was going to make it wish it hadn't.

Regardless of what horror the darkness was hiding, they were going to make it to their destination. "Keep moving forward."

She didn't quite know what to make of him telling her off for standing too close. Claire wasn't even sure she was being told off in the first place. Venom...Venom was just strange. Sometimes.

That could be argued as an understatement.

The hall was foul smelling. Something was making guttural sounds there too, something inhuman. Claire shone the light around, but couldn't find it. She thumbed the axe handle, distracted momentarily by the promise of a dying beast. Then quite suddenly, it struck her how odd it was that her first instinct was to eat it rather than run from it.

Right. And she had been calling Venom the strange one.

[To here. (http://damned.livejournal.com/1141068.html?thread=79281484#t79281484)]

[From here. (http://damned.livejournal.com/1141068.html?thread=79281484#t79281484)]

Once she had taken her leave of the infirmary, Claire found herself grateful of it. The amount of people in there made it stuffy. Chattering and waving their torches around and shuffling their feet. The sound of it made her teeth grate.

They still weren't alone, however. The lollygaggers hadn't left the corridor in the precious few seconds it took for them to take their medicine, and Claire had to bottle the urge to snap at them outright. Instead she turned her frustrations to the nearest pair of ears - though that was a relative statement. Her pace had doubled from the first trip through, and she no longer found herself contemplating the strange sounds of the monster behind the doors. "What a bunch of idiots. Why don't they just move along?" She scoffed. "Sitting ducks. They're all just begging for it."

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Though it wasn't difficult for the assassin to keep in step with the woman, the increased pace came as somewhat of a surprise. As cautious as they had been entering the infirmary, he wouldn't have taken her for stomping through the hallways. Their situation was an irritable one, yes, but they had to stay calm if they didn't wish to attract attention to themselves. Reaching their (albeit pointless) goal did not leave them clear to make so much noise.

Though from the sound of it, she seemed far more concerned about the well-beings of the patients around her than herself. 'Concerned' was possibly a bad word in this case, but it was difficult finding another that would suitably convey how... threatening her statement came across as.

He wanted to claim this was unlike her. She had wandered into his hallway in order to leave candy with a man she claimed was "sweet." She had put herself through a short-lived personal hell to give her son a teddy-bear. He couldn't imagine her spewing bile at people who had done nothing to earn it, but he didn't know her.

His eyebrows rose in concern, but the need for personal space kept him from placing a hand on her shoulder. As it were, there wasn't a need to make things more complicated by grating the woman's frayed nerves further by initiating unwanted contact. "Is there something the matter, Ms. Littleton?"

Edited 2011-08-14 09:16 (UTC)

She stiffened. A certain tightness had gripped her chest, as if Venom had asked a far less innocuous question than the one he had posed just now. It rankled Claire all the same.

"Nothing," she hissed back at him, half turning to look him in the eye and impress the point. Scattered edges of light from the torch found the ugly contours of her scowl, illuminating slivers of what was usually if not a happy face, then a fair one. "Shut up and keep moving."

If Venom's nattering and plodding footsteps brought some monster out for their blood, she was leaving him to deal with it alone. This had not been worth an ounce of the effort it had taken to get there - and it had barely cost her energy at all.

[To here. (http://damned.livejournal.com/1138711.html?thread=79354391#t79354391)]

Edited 2011-08-17 03:21 (UTC)

((from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1138711.html?view=79303703#t79303703)))

The little creature squeezed her friend’s hand as they rounded a corner, sticking as close to him as she could. The gesture wasn’t from fear – Mokona had seen much scarier things than a dark hallway in their journeys together – but rather because she sensed that the man needed the contact.

While it might have been nervousness that they would explore this part of the institute, and find no new clues, or a strong worry about something else, she could tell he was making his smile reach his eyes, rather than having it do so naturally…and despite how busy they were, that was a something she wanted to fix, if she could. Fai was always better when his smiles were real!

“I’m sure we’ll find something important! Even if its not what we expect.” She chimed, peering up at him encouragingly and hoping the words would make him feel at least a little better.

Despite the dark and grim circumstances, Mokona was just as sweet as ever. He smiled gently down at her when she squeezed his hand, just to be sure she knew he recognized the gesture for what it was.

It looked to him as if most of the people were coming and going from a central room. It was oddly busy, but that was also good, wasn't it? That meant it was less likely they'd run into something frightening or potentially dangerous. He squeezed her little hand back and nodded. Something important, was it?

[to here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1141068.html?thread=79308364#t79308364)]

[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1138711.html?thread=79249687#t79249687)]

This place seemed so innocuous. It was disgusting. The beds all lined up along the walls, the fake sky painted upon the ceiling. Everything meant to look nice and clean when Okita knew the sight of a sick room anywhere. This was just a place to put the invalids, to give them a false sense of freedom by allowing them to see a sky they may never really see again. Cruelty was what this place was. Cruelty and hope mixed together until they were inseparable.

At the end of the room was his hope: a table littered with syringes and pills and vials that reminded him far too much of a clear box and a single bottle with a fluid that had a mint aftertaste. He cringed mentally at the memory of that taste, recalling it with startling clarity now that he was faced with that very same choice. He had to take a drug that could kill him in order to save someone. Hopefully it could save two people and then he could disappear again, back into ignorance and bliss.

He had to move quickly then. Hijikata was a smart man and he had to be on his way back to the hallway already. Rushing forward, Okita searched the table quickly and found one vial that was suspiciously familiar. He uncapped it and sniffed - almost the same fragrance as before, but with a sharper edge, a bitter one. This was it then. This was his one hope. Either it would cure him or it would make him worse; and not much could make him worse than he already was. His heart hammered in his chest as he looked at the vial, but in the end he closed his eyes, tipped it back and drank most of it down.

OOC: Above thread was a mistaken posting to the wrong area.

Real thread is HERE at the Infirmary. (http://damned.livejournal.com/1141068.html?thread=79318348#t79318348)

_{[from here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1138711.html?thread=79327511#t79327511)]}

Now it was starting to feel like a hospital--a small, self-contained hospital.

She hated hospitals.

The clinical feel of the long corridor was broken up by the corpses of small spectres littered across the floor, and more, very much alive and insistent, attacking others not far away. There were enough people coming and going that Yomi didn't worry about becoming a target right away, and she resumed her survey, moving close enough to the doors to read what they said and check for locks.

Lockers, exam rooms, bathrooms, and doctor's offices. All unlocked. The door to the library and the backdoor to the record room were also unlocked. Further up, where the hallway began to narrow, was the operation area as far as she could tell. Her experience with the profession allowed her to guess what the "O.R." and "Induction Rooms" would be like. Still fairly standard... if one discounted that Landel's Institute was blending areas of expertise together as if one could create a whole little universe in a single building.

The farther into the medical wing she moved, the more locked doors she encountered. Every door up to the infirmary had a lock on it, but it was the infirmary that was supposed to hold the military's "concoctions." Yomi detoured to her left to ascertain what might be down the last two halls, ultimately circling back to the open infirmary door. There was a lot of commotion going on in this place, and the source of it, at least in part, was coming from this room.

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Edited 2011-08-16 00:38 (UTC)

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