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damned_institute2012-03-20 02:55 pm
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Night 62: M11 - M20 Hallway
After bidding good night and good luck to Kratos and being left alone in his room, Tolten stood and decided that he may as well make use of his time. It was rather like being in prison, or so he fancied. He'd never been imprisoned before, but he'd listened to the stories around the fire and the dinner table. And while he couldn't do much insofar as putting his mind to work, he could do his best to stay in top physical shape.
Even if he was (perhaps) under the weather. He didn't know what to think of the announcements that were made, either during the day or after dark. But he didn't trust them one bit. And until he could discuss it with someone else or read the bulletin, he was going to ignore it. It was really easier that way.
But in the meantime he would set himself a routine. Which would involve stretching and warming up each evening between dinner and whatever was to be done that night. Even if he was staying in. Really, especially if he was staying in. At least running about and fighting was physically invigorating!
The young king managed to strip off his shirt and stretch a handful of times before he felt light headed and decided to lay down on his bed for a moment. Just to catch his breath.
He truly hoped this wasn't warning signs of some horrible thing...
[Locke!]
Even if he was (perhaps) under the weather. He didn't know what to think of the announcements that were made, either during the day or after dark. But he didn't trust them one bit. And until he could discuss it with someone else or read the bulletin, he was going to ignore it. It was really easier that way.
But in the meantime he would set himself a routine. Which would involve stretching and warming up each evening between dinner and whatever was to be done that night. Even if he was staying in. Really, especially if he was staying in. At least running about and fighting was physically invigorating!
The young king managed to strip off his shirt and stretch a handful of times before he felt light headed and decided to lay down on his bed for a moment. Just to catch his breath.
He truly hoped this wasn't warning signs of some horrible thing...
[Locke!]
M16
Not that the treasure hunter would be with them, of course. Edgar tried not to think too hard on Locke's apparent illness, face flushed. Had it only been that way due to his teasing, Edgar would have thought nothing of it; however, with the nurses whispering of an illness going around, Landel himself confirming something more sinister going on with his announcement at the start of the night, it was harder to push down the concern welling in his chest. One of his closest friends was definitely ill, but was he one of the infected? And if he was...
He shook his head, refusing to think of that for now, resolving that he could find Locke in the morning. They had a task for the night ahead, and being distracted would only complicate matters that much more. Shovel and flashlight in tow, he headed out.
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