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damned_institute2012-03-21 05:08 pm
rocksthecourt) wrote in damned_institute2012-03-21 05:08 pm
Night 62: Stairwell by Waiting Room/Lobby 1
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He'd managed to calm down enough to continue forward, but the silence was truly becoming grating by this point. And it wasn't doing anything to help with his anxiety, if one were to be frank. It was easier to ignore paranoia than this level of profound silence. There was absolutely nothing from the hallway behind or ahead. And nothing from outside either. Only the steady rhythm of his feet hitting the stairs.
...And if he focused on that, maybe... yes, it was just a little bit calming. If only slightly.
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He'd managed to calm down enough to continue forward, but the silence was truly becoming grating by this point. And it wasn't doing anything to help with his anxiety, if one were to be frank. It was easier to ignore paranoia than this level of profound silence. There was absolutely nothing from the hallway behind or ahead. And nothing from outside either. Only the steady rhythm of his feet hitting the stairs.
...And if he focused on that, maybe... yes, it was just a little bit calming. If only slightly.
[to here]
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Her and Rapunzel’s mission to find their meeting room had become second fiddle to taking care of Sora, at least in Tsubaki’s mind. Her words might have sounded confident, but internally her worry was starting to get a stranglehold over her. Although she wanted the boy to rest, she also wanted to keep him nearby in case… well, in case he got worse. Wracking her brain about it didn’t offer any other bright ideas--visiting the chapel was one of the few possibilities she could think of.
The intercom announcement really didn’t make her feel better. Weren’t things bad enough without that I.R.I.S. program saying weird things?
Sadly, she said, “Probably nothing good.” Somehow the string of unintelligible numbers was worse than actual words. At least when the announcements were in a normal language, a person could understand what was being said.