Nightshift 62: Main Hallway, 1-West

[ninelivesonce]

[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]

Comments

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar glared at the homunculus for a moment, contemplating whether or not to say something. But he found that he did not have anything close to a valid response, so he kept his mouth shut. He waited in the background for the two to come to some sort of decision. He didn't feel like making a contribution, because at this point he did not care wherever it was they were going.

[complicatedliar]

"It's a bit past the doctors' offices, actually. I haven't been in to the offices, but if it's actual supplies you seek, the medical wing will probably yield more useful results."

He was surprised the large, angry chew-toy of a man didn't say anything, and contemplated poking him again, just for the sheer pleasure of it. He thought better of it for the moment. There was always plenty of time for fun later. He did have things he wanted to accomplish.

"Come along, if you like." With that, he turned and headed down the hallway.

[To here]