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damned_institute2012-03-20 07:23 pm
kings_thief) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-20 07:23 pm
Night 62: M01-M10 Hallway
Even after dinner and mostly resting on his bed for the final shift of the day, Locke wasn't feeling any better. His face was still warm and, if he made any quick movements, the room would spin; his hope that this was just fatigue was quickly fading away and the announcements Landel made did nothing to ease him.
Not that the creep's announcements were ever anything to feel happy about.
The treasure hunter slipped on the boots from the military outfit, the only thing he was willing to put on from that thing, and headed out as soon as the doors clicked open. He didn't really know what Tolten had planned but he figured preparing as usual was his best option.
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Not that the creep's announcements were ever anything to feel happy about.
The treasure hunter slipped on the boots from the military outfit, the only thing he was willing to put on from that thing, and headed out as soon as the doors clicked open. He didn't really know what Tolten had planned but he figured preparing as usual was his best option.
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Ah, he would get nothing done just sitting around. The boy changed his clothes, and in the process frowned at the closet. Was that-- He fingered the material, worn in the same places he remembered. How strange. This was his school bag. Somewhat comforted by another piece of home, he slung it over his shoulder and grabbed the flashlight before walking out.
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M4
Point being he was pretty damn restless the entirety of dinner shift. He was never really great when it came to sitting still in one place quietly. And it was even worse when he was stuck in a little room. He paced back and forth, got bored, tried to break open the door, got bored, searched the drawers, searched the closet, got bored again, plopped down on his bed... and BINGO! There he found it. Finally. He found the light thing! Right there under his pillow, too. He wasn't sure if it had been there the whole time or not, but hey! At least he found it! YEAH!
So by the time that Martin guy came up on that messed up speaker, Snow was already feeling pretty damn victorious. Then, he listened to the guy's words. At first, he was pretty damn confused. Who the hell... was he talking to? It couldn't have been all of them. Cause they weren't dead. Snow was pretty sure he'd know if he was.
But when the subject shifted from random dead people to people turning into monsters, it suddenly felt a lot more threatening. Snow's eyes immediately drifted to the Brand on his arm. He never really paid much attention to it if he could help it, but he stared at the arrows on the thing and wondered. The guy was saying they were going to get worse? They were only going to last a few more days? Then it was all over?
He balled his hands into fists just thinking about it. ...It couldn't be true. No way. No possible way was he going to believe that! He still had way too much he had to do! All of them did! There was absolutely no way Snow was going to let this guy do anything to get in their way.
Truth or no, though, that announcement successfully drove home a sense of urgency. As soon as the doors clicked open, Snow rushed out with his light in hand. There wasn't any time for sitting still.
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It took a few seconds for reality to kick in, at which point he let his body loosen as he flopped on his side on the bed. His body was sticky with a layer of sweat; he hadn't dreamed like that in a long time. He was used to strange dreams, but they hardly ever happened in this place. Did that mean something?
Sora blinked his eyes a few times, but even as he untangled himself from the sheets he realized that he was still uncomfortably warm. He put the back of his hand to his forehead, but it was hard to tell if he had a fever or not. He definitely felt like he was overheating.
Just as he was wondering about that, though, he started to register the words being spoken by the Head Doctor over the intercom. He was used to ignoring the morning announcements, but this was clearly not one of those. Instead of talking about what would be served for breakfast, Landel was talking about how the patients would be experiencing symptoms.
The man's words only got more ominous as he continued to speak, and Sora felt his breath catch in his throat. He realized that he might be assuming too much, but the fact that he'd apparently slept through the day and was now suffering from a fever (he was pretty sure he was, anyway) didn't seem like just a coincidence.
Landel could just be lying to mess with them, but the man didn't usually make empty threats. Sora found it hard to believe that a slight fever could eventually develop into turning into some sort of bloodthirsty monster, but he wasn't going to underestimate the situation either.
It had been a long time since he'd slept through a day like this, too, which bothered him. He knew that too much sleep here was usually a bad sign, but even more than that, sleeping through the day meant that he'd missed doing his club duties. He hoped that his friends weren't worried about him!
On top of that, he had no plans for the night, which meant that he was going to have to take a chance and head out on his own. At this point he knew a good portion of the other patients, so his hope was that it wouldn't be that hard to run into someone familiar. Then maybe he could find out how much he'd missed.
While Sora still felt kind of drained despite how much he'd slept, he forced himself to change out of the sweaty hospital uniform and into his own outfit. Then he grabbed his flashlight and radio (hopefully Marc would have something to say tonight about all this) and stepped out of the door.
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M01
It was nothing he couldn't simply suffer through, but it was a bit alarming. He couldn't be sure they were both related, but the knowledge something wasn't right with him made his hands sweat and his heart rate flutter like a caged bird. Goku couldn't even remember the last time he had gotten sick, so this sudden onslaught of ickiness was very worrisome.
Looking around his room, the young boy slowly sloughed off his bed and waddled to the door. As his stubby little hand reached for the handle, though, his heart rate once again began to flutter wildly.
"Stop... Stop, stop!" he shouted, rapping his knuckled against his sternum to try and halt his erratic heart beat before leaving the safety of his room in search of his friends.
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That was odd. And not just the messages themselves. He had been told that things were very different at night but it had been such a vague statement, he hadn't really decided on what it could mean. Now he suspected he had an idea.
He heard the doors click open and Scar was gone before Johnny could say a word.
"Ah~ Typical, men always dash after the first date..." Johnny sighed to himself and stood, stretching. Well, clearly the doors unlocked for a reason, yes? Might as well investigate.
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In the morning, he'd check in with Alle and... They'd figure this out. He took two bullets from his spare clip and rolled them into the drawer, checked his gun over one last time, and ducked out of the room.
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Growling quietly to himself, he pushed himself out of bed, ready this time, for the vertigo and dizziness that followed as he found his way to the door. He might not be in any condition to explore or fight, but it never stopped him before.
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