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damned_institute2011-09-08 09:01 pm
promisedawhale.livejournal.com) wrote in damned_institute2011-09-08 09:01 pm
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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But for all that Kirk carefully scanned the darkness ahead before each step, his voice was as casual as ever. "Or just one — in my case, anyway. I know, how uncool, I got taken out by just one massive science-experiment-gone-wrong abomination, but trust me: not as cuddly as it sounds. Although, I don't think we'll see her out there tonight..."
While he was pretty sure the chimera-like thing hadn't died on that night, Kirk had seen neither hide nor hair (nor feather) of her since then. It made him shiver to wonder where exactly Landel — and now Aguilar — stored their eldritch creatures during the day.
Maybe he should just be grateful the answer wasn't "anywhere near here," apparently. He and Wichita reached the exit door without incident, and Kirk shouldered it open before stepping into the cold night air.
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