ninelivesonce (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ninelivesonce) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
damned_institute2012-03-20 08:56 pm
ninelivesonce) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-20 08:56 pm
Nightshift 62: Main Hallway, 1-West
[from here]
Taura took up station midway between the two halls leading back into the dormitories. Alone with her thoughts; the hall was quiet. Too quiet. Dead quiet, a little voice hissed in the back of her mind.
This was no time to be getting superstitious. It was unavoidable, really, in a profession with so much risk involved in daily operations, that those who survived found things to credit. Beyond their own skill, because they'd all seen better men/women/herms when their luck ran out, and skill only improved your odds.
Her luck was holding, tonight. Was Rita and Goku's?
[Rita and Goku]
Taura took up station midway between the two halls leading back into the dormitories. Alone with her thoughts; the hall was quiet. Too quiet. Dead quiet, a little voice hissed in the back of her mind.
This was no time to be getting superstitious. It was unavoidable, really, in a profession with so much risk involved in daily operations, that those who survived found things to credit. Beyond their own skill, because they'd all seen better men/women/herms when their luck ran out, and skill only improved your odds.
Her luck was holding, tonight. Was Rita and Goku's?
[Rita and Goku]
no subject
Scar was wandering aimlessly, subconsciously following the only path he had taken at night. He would have gone off somewhere else to look around, but he didn't feel up to it. The more he walked, the worse he felt, which did not bode well should something attack him. Maybe he could beat it to death with this light? It seemed sturdy enough. But what if it was something like that child that had attacked him and Lust the previous night? He would just have to run...
He frowned, curious as to the state of Lust's injured hand. Had it gotten worse? Or improved? What kind of unholy power existed in this wretched place? He also wondered if she would show up in the same place as the previous night. Scar hoped she went somewhere else, seeing that it was the only route he was willing to take at the moment. After the bulletin board disaster, he was not ready to confront her yet. Especially not in this state.
The Scarred Man plodded onward, his head heavy and stomach in a twist.
no subject