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damned_institute2011-07-18 04:16 pm
purgatio) wrote in damned_institute2011-07-18 04:16 pm
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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.
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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The first set of open doors to his right had revealed nothing but a small employee lobby, so it was with some relief that Grell slipped past those still remaining in the reception area into the deeper parts of this unexplored realm. There were some people up ahead - two children perhaps? - who were also exploring the area and Grell made a note of where they headed. Whatever door remained unopened by them was likely locked or simply of no interest to anyone. The fortunate part of having a common goal was having to do half the work of finding things.
The boy in the lead had come back from the...left? So it was unlikely there was anything there. Instead Grell turned right into the large open alcove there. To stay out of their way, he kept to the walls, chainsaw still hidden under the fabric of his red jacket. To his right was a plaque on which was written "Men's Lockers" - small, somewhat rusted, difficult to see without squinting even with his night vision. Beside that a matching plaque that indicated the female's room. This area was likely not what he was looking for, but he didn't want to step ahead of his intrepid predecessors. Better to be quiet and follow, then slip in once they were done.
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A moment later and whatever lock was keeping them out was broken. They stepped inside and Grell had his destination for the night planned. So that was where they were keeping their concoctions? Very well then, General. I'll play along with your little mad scientist routine. I do hope it's worth it. Grell waited a moment longer and then slipped into the hall, checking over his shoulder as he followed after the duo.
When he reached the doorway, he could hear them inside, chatting about the drugs and other things. What an interesting pair... Especially the one with the slightly mocking tone. For a child it was unusual and while Grell wasn't one to cater to brats, there was something intriguing about the way he spoke. Something - or rather, someone - to look into later then perhaps. Moving past the infirmary doors, Grell pressed his back up against the wall and waited. Best not to be spotted coming here in case something unpleasant for the rest of the patient body were to come from his drug trial.
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Which Grell now shared, he remembered.
Ugh, being mortal was the pits.
Well, whatever it was, it didn't seem to be causing the two boys any issue and so Grell took a deep breath, pushed off from the wall and turned to go inside.
[to here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1141068.html?thread=78967116#t78967116)]
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How utterly disappointing. Now he had to walk again. After having his powers back for an evening, it was even more of a pain to walk everywhere. He missed the days when he could just skip from rooftop to rooftop, avoiding the crowds and the unseemly masses of people. Those days were growing further and further away from him, however, and for once, Grell realized just how long a month could be. Was he even at a month? It certainly felt that way.
It just wasn't right to let a lady wilt like this. A rose kept under shaded glass, unseen by any worthy viewers was better off dead. But she? Would not die. She would live until the very end. Grell had to keep living so he could go back to his world, find Sebastian, kill him and make him bleed again. Such a pretty man deserved to be swathed in red, bathed in it, and with Ciel, the demon was simply wasting his endless potential.
Grell sighed and kept moving.
[to here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1138711.html?thread=78927639#t78927639)]