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tightsofmight ([personal profile] tightsofmight) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2011-10-24 01:29 pm

Night 59: West Wing, North Hall 1-A

[From here.]

Did that just happen?

Peter slowed as he entered the safety of the outer hall (safety, really?), turning back to boggle at the door behind him. What - no. No way the cat monsters were that frail. Landel's did not work like that. Nothing was ever that easy here. They didn't get treated, they got tricked. Heart pounding, he checked the hall up and down. Once certain that he was alone, Peter pressed a shaking hand to the wall. Stick.

And it did.

His jaw did drop then. Peter was still for a moment. Switched off his flashlight and tied the pillowcase over his shoulder, then pressed both his hands to the wall. Then his feet. Then up further, rising up and up, then gravity flipped and he was staring down at the floor.

Oh my god.

Oh my god.


Was that the power the pink had granted him? The limits were off? Peter clung to the ceiling, the pillowcase settled on his stomach as he crawled upside down. His heart was beating. He was afraid. He was going to drop any minute. They were going to take it away. Or what if this was another challenge like the Coliseum? Something worse was in store because of this?

He almost stopped entirely. Then he thought of Jessica.

"No no no, she's gotta - maybe..."

Peter Parker was all but invisible in the pitch black hallway, crawling higher than most flashlights dared to venture as he found the exit.

[To here.]

lkejalej i'm so sorry this took so long ;_;

[identity profile] thatdemonbitch.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I can see you were really concerned," Ruby couldn't hold back the sarcastic retort, rolling her eyes as she glanced back at the door once more and then followed Dean out. The whole place was like the vacation spot of Hell's finest. Guts painting the walls, monster goo that was just waiting to be stepped in. She didn't bother avoiding it, just marching through after Dean.

What was it with Winchesters and sucking it up when it came to gratitude? No matter how often she put her ass on the line for these sons of bitches, they always found a way to make it seem like it was worth squat in the end. It was maddening.

"Think it's too much to hope the big and growly types are keeping it indoors?" She pushed the door to the outside open when she reached it, stepping out into the cold night air.

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