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damned_institute2011-10-24 06:43 pm
doneinthree) wrote in damned_institute2011-10-24 06:43 pm
Entry tags:
- alaric,
- anise,
- brook,
- byrne,
- celty,
- chipp,
- claude,
- damon,
- donna,
- edgar,
- edward cullen,
- england,
- firo,
- gumshoe,
- guy,
- guybrush,
- hakkai,
- kirk,
- kratos,
- lana skye,
- leanne,
- lust,
- mccoy,
- nigredo,
- peter petrelli,
- rapunzel,
- renamon,
- riku,
- rita,
- rose (tvd),
- rose lalonde,
- s.t.,
- sam winchester,
- sechs,
- seishin,
- sora,
- spock,
- stefan,
- taura,
- terra branford,
- the scarecrow,
- tsubaki,
- utena,
- venom,
- zack,
- zero,
- zex
Night 59: Main Hallway, 1-West
[from here]
Kirk ran into the main hallway and found nothing there except more pink light coating everything. His gut feeling said that if something was happening, it should've happened already, but he was a loss to explain what was going on. The system (if he could call it that, vague as it was to describe the whole Landel's torture/experimentation assembly line) had broken down at least once already, on that night when I.R.I.S. had first(?) appeared, and the whole of the building flickered like a malfunctioning hologram. Was that what the glowing cover was for? To prevent... he didn't know. Something. Something bad enough to warrant a Code Red.
(What had killed that creature?)
Waiting around here was already bad enough on normal nights, what with it being an open space with high traffic, but he'd picked it because it was the quickest and most obvious meeting place for all of them. Now with the whole area lit up like the inside of a strip club, Kirk was starting to feel like a lone piece of meat wrapped in a gold ribbon and tossed out for the wolves. He made a face for a second as he considered the unfortunate implication of mixing those similes, then decided that the dumb thoughts which crossed his mind ranked considerably lower in priority than, you know, paying attention to his surroundings and not getting himself killed.
Kirk swung the lead pipe in his hand once, just to focus, and shook his head as pain rippled out from the still-healing gunshot wound on his right arm. Take it easy, Jim, he admonished himself silently. It was still early in the night. Someone would be along shortly. And if not... he was giving his crew one minute. One minute, and then screw it, he was tracking down everyone himself.
[KIRK TO ENTERPRISE]
Kirk ran into the main hallway and found nothing there except more pink light coating everything. His gut feeling said that if something was happening, it should've happened already, but he was a loss to explain what was going on. The system (if he could call it that, vague as it was to describe the whole Landel's torture/experimentation assembly line) had broken down at least once already, on that night when I.R.I.S. had first(?) appeared, and the whole of the building flickered like a malfunctioning hologram. Was that what the glowing cover was for? To prevent... he didn't know. Something. Something bad enough to warrant a Code Red.
(What had killed that creature?)
Waiting around here was already bad enough on normal nights, what with it being an open space with high traffic, but he'd picked it because it was the quickest and most obvious meeting place for all of them. Now with the whole area lit up like the inside of a strip club, Kirk was starting to feel like a lone piece of meat wrapped in a gold ribbon and tossed out for the wolves. He made a face for a second as he considered the unfortunate implication of mixing those similes, then decided that the dumb thoughts which crossed his mind ranked considerably lower in priority than, you know, paying attention to his surroundings and not getting himself killed.
Kirk swung the lead pipe in his hand once, just to focus, and shook his head as pain rippled out from the still-healing gunshot wound on his right arm. Take it easy, Jim, he admonished himself silently. It was still early in the night. Someone would be along shortly. And if not... he was giving his crew one minute. One minute, and then screw it, he was tracking down everyone himself.
[KIRK TO ENTERPRISE]
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"I'm not too worried about being safe," she admitted, stretching her claws out lazily. She could guess what he was after, and it wasn't surprising. He had been helpful, and answered her questions as best he could. "But it is dark. And I don't think the decor is too appealing this evening. If you know of a safe room, lead on."
If nothing else, a safe room would be a good thing to know about. Obviously, she wasn't getting out of this place soon and monsters were a nightly occurrence. She didn't think they could kill her - she was a homunculus! - but they could do damage and she didn't like pain.
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"R-really?!" he blinked, astonished that a woman was actually letting him take her too a room. Before he ruined the chance though, he coughed into a hand and straightened. "Ah, that is to say, I would be more than happy to escort you to to a room! Right this way, Lust-san!" he announced more properly, offering a hand to her.
They would have to make it back to the patients blocks first, of course, but with what he believed was riding on getting to one, Brook was a bit more determined than most nights to press through the hallways. He had one more chance to strike with his sword, he thought, and if worst came to worst, grabbing Lust and running wasn't too bad of a plan either.
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He was an odd fellow, this Brook. Lust couldn't quite figure him out, beyond the most basic and surface. She knew damned well there was more to any man than his libido, but his nature eluded her. She wasn't worried about being alone with him or wondering if he would turn on her. But there was still something off about him.
At least he was more or less helpful. He'd had no reason to be, and if what he was saying was true, he'd delivered her some relatively good news. Monsters and madhouses she could handle. Her master was far away.
She took Brook's hand - she knew how to play this game - and inclined her head to the tall man to lead her.
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It had been well over fifty years since he'd gotten one, and the last time had turned out to be a prank cooked up by Yorki and some others from his crew. Brook had never lived that night down, and it had made furthered attempts all the more depressing. Thinking on it now though, he could only smile for how his captain would have been put in his place had he seen the woman at Brook's side. Brook knew for a fact Yorki had never gotten such a gorgeous women to even give him the time of day!
You sure she's not just playing you this time? Yorki's voice echoed mockingly.
Brook laughed suddenly, then shook his head and apologized immediately to Lust, "Of course that isn't to say I'm not happy for it! You've been so wonderful to meet this evening, Lust-san!" And with that he started leading on.