NIGHT 62: MAIN HALLWAY, 1-EAST

[complicatedliar]

[From here]

"There are two operating rooms with supply rooms attached to them," Loki said as he continued down the hall. "Those seem the most likely if you want supplies of... that sort of magnitude. Though it's really a matter of just guaranteeing survival for a few hours, I should think."

He wondered why Lust in particular wanted these items. She didn't seem the sort to get herself injured for little reason. Perhaps it was her idiotic companion, then. Or Lust was just more cautious than he'd thought her.

He passed by the hall with the doctors' offices, then headed toward the door to the medical wing.

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[a_sin_for_him]

"Just something to keep someone alive and out of shock till morning comes," Lust clarified. "Bandages, antiseptic, pain medications... In my experience, humans are both remarkably durable and remarkably fragile. And I haven't the slightest idea what I can handle in these circumstances."

Nor did she really want to find out. Last night had been bad enough and that injury was rather minor. But even that had been beyond their ability to actually tend to.

"And after medical supplies, weapons are the most important." She frowned and looked to Scar, curious. "Do you have any experience with actual weapons?" she asked. "Beyond your own two hands, I mean. They're weapon enough on their own, but here..."

They'd already somewhat been over this, but Lust realized she'd neglected to ask if he could use a knife or some such.

[envy_the_sinners]

Scar had unfortunately never touched a blade of any sort. He had handled an obsolete rifle during the rebellion, but beyond that he was useless.

"I've never used one, but it can't be that difficult."

Would they really be able to find things like antiseptics and pain killers? Or would the hospital have them more tightly locked? He couldn't imagine that all the doors in this place would be so easily broken open as that of the Possessions Room. Although the idea of possessing such medicines eased what little hesitations he had about venturing deeper into the institute, it seemed overly optimistic that they would be able to find anything.

[complicatedliar]

Loki walked over to the door and grabbed the knob. Now that he wasn't with the watchers from Arts and Crafts, he cared somewhat less if he showed himself to be a bit more capable.

Without even a grunt of effort, he snapped the doorknob off, then tripped the locking mechanism.

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[tender_cruelty]

[From here]

It was no good, he had to stop for a bit to get his bearings. He was aching all over now, shaking a little and the nausea, if anything, had got worse. For once, Allelujah felt extreme gratitude for his super soldier nature. How did normal people live like this? Always getting sick, always getting injured, always vulnerable...

He pushed himself back up, gritting his teeth and starting to walk once more.

[savagestray]

[from here]

It helped to handle things one at a time. The nausea, he could ignore for the most part. Unless he had to stop when something actually threatened to come up. It was the weak, weary feeling in his muscles that was driving him crazy. But each footfall just made him grit his teeth harder. If they thought pain was enough to keep him from leaving his room, they didn't know him very well.

He'd made it nearly as far as he had just last night, which wasn't bad, considering he'd had Badou holding him up and firing his weapons in the middle of a crowded hallway. Here there were only a few people, most had even moved on. The lone figure a few yards ahead of him seemed distantly familiar, though he stayed on the other side of the hall til he was sure. The youth's movements didn't bode too well, too much like his own.

"Hey," he called out, loud enough to be heard, but quiet enough that he hoped it hadn't attracted any unwanted attention. He was silent a moment, scanning the hallway ahead to be sure. He let out a slow breath as he approached. "They get you too?"

[tender_cruelty]

He froze when he heard that voice, peering into the darkness although he kept the torch pointed down, not wanting to completely ruin his night vision. Shocking white hair, skin pale as death. Badou's friend, looking rather more lively than last time they'd met, not that that was saying much. He was moving the same as Allelujah was, the kind of heaviness that was unfamiliar.

He gave a soft huff of laughter and nodded, relaxing just a little although not completely. Never completely. "I think they must have. If you turn out to be a monster I'll still kill you though."

[savagestray]

Heine tried not to flinch too much at the light as it headed toward him, but managed to at least stand on his own two feet without any help from the nearest wall. It was annoying as hell to feel so out of sorts, but he'd had worse.

At the other's reply, he couldn't help a crooked grin. Maybe Badou didn't have awful taste all the time.

"Make sure to aim for the head," he grinned a little wider, forefinger touching his temple for a moment before he snickered and dropped his arm to his side.

"Looking to find some half-decent shit around here for trade or... whatever else. Weapons, smokes, booze..." he trailed off, slightly irritated that he had to admit Badou might know what he was talking about. He pointed just ahead, to where the hallway broke off and turned. "That dumbass seemed to think there was something down that hall."

[tender_cruelty]

Allelujah nodded. "I always do," he replied and couldn't help but smile at that. Maybe Badou didn't have such bad taste in partners even if he could make some immensely foolish decisions. There was something about Heine that was familiar and after what Badou had told him, it wasn't difficult to guess what it was.

He peered into the darkness for a moment in the direction that Heine had indicated. "He sometimes has good ideas," Allelujah said. "When it comes to finding cigarettes at least he has instincts." Maybe he could smell them.

[savagestray]

That was that. While he didn't trust Allelujah in the slightest, he was pretty sure he could work with the guy at the very least. Which meant a lot, when he came right down to it.

Since they seemed in agreement, he started down the other hall, not bothering to check if the other was following. Badou and good ideas happened about as often as Heine and women, so the comment earned an amused snort.

"Guess we'll see where his instincts lead us then."

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[fourstonewalls]

[from here]

"Break the stone, and it will take us wherever the stone was created." Her lips twitched, even if he might not be able to see it, since she was still striding down the hallway, watching the shadows for any signs of danger. "It's the color of blood for a reason."

Her sneakers squeaked on the tile as she made for the Medical Wing door. "I set it in my room, ergo, it should take us back there. It's worked once, but it won't work from across the room."

[ham_fisted]

He looked away, his hand going to the back of his neck. "I've heard a lot of things, Ms. Skye, but never anything about that." He wondered how many people had heard about it before him this time...

But despite his lingering doubts about it, he was curious to hear more, to find out how it was meant to work. Wherever the stone was created. It's the color of blood for a reason. It was as if he thought the longer he stared at her, the better he'd understand. His gaze started to wander. She created it using blood, then?

...

He was so confused.

"If you say so, Ms. Skye," he replied, scratching his head. If she said it had worked for her before, then he guessed he could believe her. And she didn't have anything to gain by lying about it, right?

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[ham_fisted]

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