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damned_institute2011-10-24 06:43 pm
doneinthree) wrote in damned_institute2011-10-24 06:43 pm
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- edgar,
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- nigredo,
- peter petrelli,
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- riku,
- rita,
- rose (tvd),
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- s.t.,
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- the scarecrow,
- tsubaki,
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- 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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Tsubaki had her back turned toward the main hallway as she and Rapunzel stumbled into it, engrossed by pulling her scythe back and getting it ready for another throw.
The smell, however, was too overpowering to miss. When Tsubaki looked, she almost wished she hadn’t. Just from where they were standing, she could see dog parts scattered about. And blood. And other unmentionables. And those were just the beginning.
"What is happening!?"
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If the stench in the last hall had been enough to make Rapunzel stop, it was a wonder she wasn't falling over face-first in the now yards upon yards of blood and guts and carcasses. Perhaps she could thank the treads on her boots for keeping her on her feet. Maybe later, though. Later, when she didn't feel like she wanted to empty the contents of her stomach over all this other stinking, slippery... stuff.
In fact, that's exactly what she did as they pushed on. Desperately trying to keep ahead of that horrible buzzing as they were, Rapunzel didn't have time to stop; she just let it out as she ran, coughing and sputtering, and then letting out more still at the thought that all that they passed was getting soaked up by her hair and clothes now. She could almost feel the little beasts biting at the tough strands too, and cursed herself for having been so scared and clumsy.
The only thing that kept her moving (apart from sheer will to live) was Tsubaki, and the glow Rapunzel had seen at the end of that last hall. She hadn't known what the other girl was doing until she'd done it, and even then Rapunzel hadn't been sure; she did recognize the scythe, though. Just a glimpse of that weapon, and the knowledge that it was familiar enough to her roommate that it was coming out of her body gave Rapunzel just the sliver of hope she needed to keep running. No, she wouldn't fall over or give up just because of some stench or some blood. Tsubaki, Soma, and all the fighters she now knew — going all the way back to Eugene and the men at the Snuggly Duckling — would keep going in this situation. She had proof of that. Tsubaki was running and fighting with her right now and she wasn't stopping for anything. Rapunzel owed it to Tsubaki, to everyone she now held dear to prove that she could keep up, make use of the fire and ironcast determination they had shown her.
I won't stay some stupid, sheltered little girl! she thought as she forced her legs to carry her forward faster. Not tonight!
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