Night 60: Main Hallway, 2-East

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[From here.]

The entry hallway to the second level happened to be quiet--dare she say, virtually deserted. Tear gave a thoroughly look and feel for the area before signalling Mikado to move ahead. She remained by his side, keeping all senses open for potential dangers. Hopefully none was present, but with this building, a person could never be sure.

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[norainu]

"The scissors weren't actually that useful for poking things. The ends were blunt, kind of like the shit in the arts and crafts room, only the blades were nice and sharp. But anyway, they were useful for other stuff. Like taking apart pipe fittings."

He sighed, that same depression of waking to find almost everyone gone coloring the sound. "River."

He needed to not dwell on that, not unless he could use it to make his determination to escape and rescue seem greater. There was a lot he needed to figure out how to just deal with these days. And it was better to think about missing River than missing someone else.

Angry really wasn't going to help anyone right now. He needed to keep reminding himself that. Except he didn't seem to have anywhere other than depressed to go if he wasn't just mad as all hell.

Renji followed Daemon down the hall, switching his flashlight back off as he did.

[thesadist]

Daemon's pace slowed for a moment at Renji's quiet sigh, pausing so the redhead could fall into step beside him. When he did, Daemon reached out, hand briefly squeezing the other male's shoulder in understanding. This place had taken so many. It was all he could do to force himself to move some days, with the size of the whole this place had ripped from him. Renji had things just as badly. They'd both had friends here. Family. Loved ones. Now they were somehow the only ones left.

"Come on," he murmured softly. "The supply rooms should be just down here."

[Going to here.]

[thesadist]

[Going to here.]