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damned_institute2011-09-08 09:01 pm
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Night 58: West Wing, North Hall 1-B
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"I wonder where everyone is at?" Brook paused a moment in his humming to question at the empty hallway.
He knew he'd left his room in a bit more of a rush than was his usual, but still, more patients were about at this time of night. It was strange to see not only so little of a number, but even stranger to have no one else passing him by. He thought back to what announcements had been made only to realize that only one had broadcasted. That short message at the beginning of the night: Code 1-8. The message had been mysterious enough to warrant an equally short comment from Brook to his guard about it, but the lacking response had caused Brook to let the man alone. Now though, he had the feeling that he should have pressed more about the reasoning.
His humming resumed as he took the usual left and tried not to worry even more for what might have been happening this evening. "Code 1-8" didn't sound good. Then again, in this place, nothing did.
[from here]
"I wonder where everyone is at?" Brook paused a moment in his humming to question at the empty hallway.
He knew he'd left his room in a bit more of a rush than was his usual, but still, more patients were about at this time of night. It was strange to see not only so little of a number, but even stranger to have no one else passing him by. He thought back to what announcements had been made only to realize that only one had broadcasted. That short message at the beginning of the night: Code 1-8. The message had been mysterious enough to warrant an equally short comment from Brook to his guard about it, but the lacking response had caused Brook to let the man alone. Now though, he had the feeling that he should have pressed more about the reasoning.
His humming resumed as he took the usual left and tried not to worry even more for what might have been happening this evening. "Code 1-8" didn't sound good. Then again, in this place, nothing did.
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Unfortunately for Chipp, the door he found lead to... yet another hallway. At this point, Chipp was wondering if someone threw him in some kind of weird ass maze or something, but that didn't deter him. There was a way out, he just had to go through enough doors and find it, right?
But where the hell was everyone? Chipp knew he woke up alone, and to be honest, this place kind of looked like some abandoned warehouse or something. It kinda made sense that anyone who wanted to kidnap him would pick an abandoned place to do it, but there had to be goons or something lying around in wait, right? They didn't even bother to lock the door, so at the very least, having some guards around should have made sense.
"Man, these guys really suck," Chipp grumbled to himself as he felt his way down the hallway. Whatever, he was going to find the guy who did this and kick his ass. Or kick her ass, if it was a girl. Someone's ass was going to get kicked!
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