Night 63: Main Hallway 1-West

[stop_the_rain]

[from here]

...Another empty hallway.

Chair held by both back legs - one in each hand - Murphy sighed and slumped against the wall. These stupid clothes didn't have pockets, and shoving things awkwardly in the waistband of his pants was beginning to become a pain. If this were a normal chair, like he usually found, he'd just break it apart and use one of the legs. Unfortunately, that didn't look like an option.

There was less junk lying around here, too. Practically none, now that he thought about it. Maybe...maybe he didn't need a weapon? The radio had remained silent, and there were no corpses lying around. Not even a blood trail.

He set the chair down and took the radio out, wondering if maybe it was broken. He stuck the end of the flashlight into his mouth to free his hands and allow him to investigate the piece of equipment.

Maybe this was some sort of clue....

[For Nina!]

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[mirrorimage]

[From here.]

Nina's thoughts mirrored Murphy's at first. Another empty hallway. Where was everyone?

Very quickly, however, Nina became aware of the presence of another person, and her heart skipped two beats in a row. She wasn't alone after all! The light from the flashlight in his mouth wss the most obvious giveaway, but even the sound of his breathing seemed loud and almost unmissable to someone who only seconds ago had been priming herself to notice any sign of another person nearby.

Nina let the beam from her flashlight fall directly on him so she could get a good look, peering through the tunnel of bright light and stray, flickering particles of dust directly at his face. He definitely wasn't anyone she recognized, and it gave her pause to notice that he seemed to be wearing a men's version of the same thing that she was.

There was surprise in her blue eyes, and caution -- but no accusation -- in her voice when she spoke. "Who are you?"

[monkeyboy]

[From here]

It took a bit of work to keep himself standing straight when all he felt like doing was leaning to the right and just falling over. The amount of venom they had pumped into him all day could have probably killed a dinosaur! Ugh, Goku was not happy about it. He wasn't happy about any of it anymore, actually. At the beginning, the nights had been fun. He got to beat up monsters and bad guys with friends, but now that all paled in the face of death. The death of one of his friends.

It had occurred to him in his room that if he had all the dragon balls, he could bring forth Shenlong and he had to grant any wish Goku had. He could bring Rita back to life! But... He only had a few of them and those had been taken by the white witches. Without his kinto'un and Bulma's radar, he had no chance of turning his good idea into a reality. It was really annoying to have the answer, but no way to put it to good use! Man, he wondered if smart people felt like that all the time.

Well, for now Goku would find Taura, then find Birdy's body, bury her, and then exact revenge. Of course, this plan was already fallin apart too. The big hallway was usually teaming with people.

There were two people here and neither one of them were anyone he knew. Goku had to believe that Taura simply hadn't gotten here yet and that he had just been too fast. Well, maybe he had to go on without her. Who knew what they were doing with her body! Goku had to stop them! There was no time! Gearing up, Goku waddled as fast as his drugged legs could take him to the stairs.

[Woody]

[she_is_ruin]

_{[from here]}

Even the short walk from cell block to main corridor left Yomi short of breath, and she stopped against the wall to rest. The plaster felt cool against her feverish skin, a small solace.

She remembered laying on the morgue floor and thinking much the same thing--it was the last memory she had, aside from the sight of Klavier's worried face. How long ago had that been? She couldn’t tell. Everything felt surreal and slightly blurry at the edges, as if reality had been tilted on its axis. Rationally, she knew her "sacrifice" wouldn’t have affected much, might not even have caused a ripple, but she still seemed to be caught in the haze it’d left her in. Shock, she supposed. She was in shock. It felt an awful lot like heartbreak.

But there were no tears this time--there no longer seemed to be a need for them.

Slowly, Yomi lowered her katana to a resting position by her leg, letting the hilt bump against the wall. Maybe she could stay where she was for a little while… gain her bearings… And if there is any mercy, no one will find me.

But even as she thought as much, Yomi realized something important. The obviousness of it was staggering, and yet it was only when she thought of the people she wanted to avoid--like Albedo, like Klavier, like the others from the Coliseum--that it occurred to her.

No one will…

Every night she had been imprisoned in the Institute, there had been other prisoners around, bumping into each other, talking to each other, filling the dark hallways up with sound and activity. Now, though, she realized how easy her walk to the main hallway had been. There had been no roommate. No female prisoners in the cell block. No one in the hallway after, and only a handful of people in the one she was in.

For one clear, crisp moment Yomi became aware of the solitude pressing in on her from all sides. Where had everyone gone?

[fluctuate]

[from here]

Apparently, Ramona hadn't missed too much of the party, because there were a lot less people out here than she expected. She gripped her baseball bat as she looked around. Well, none of them looked like the messy type, but if the party was just getting started, she figured that might be part of why. Can't get too messed up before everyone joins, right? That was the theory.

Then again, Ramona was always a fan of pregaming. It meant the initial socialization was a lot easier. It also meant she usually was singing the praises of Jose before the end of the night. It wasn't always a win-win.

While a part of her was a little tempted to just drop down and wait to see what might happen here, she allowed her curiosity to win this round and headed out toward the entry hall. Or, well, where she figured it was. Her scant explorations with Scott hadn't exactly headed her in that direction.

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[complicatedliar]

[From here]

Loki set a quicker pace than he had out in the woods. It would be easier for Soma and Castiel to keep up since the ground was even, after all. And while the bodies in the entry room certainly showed proof of violence, he still had yet to encounter a monster actually in the hallways of this place.

Which was not to say he would be reckless, but he was beginning to think such encounters were far less common than he'd been lead to believe.

Loki paused at the intersection with the hallway that connected to the men's room blocked and listened briefly, then turned to go that direction.

One thing was certain; he felt much better prepared with a knife at hand.