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damned_institute2012-06-21 12:26 am
envy_the_sinners) wrote in damned_institute2012-06-21 12:26 am
NIGHT 64: MEDICAL WING HALL
[From here]
Looking around, Scar wasn't quite sure what to expect upon this returning visit to the medical wing. It was silent, for now. Scar shined his light around each corner as he moved silently through the room, ready for something to jump out at him at any moment. He wasn't sure of what to expect, but he held his scalpel at the ready with his free hand. It was feeble protection at best, but Scar was a sitting duck without his alchemic arm.
He still wasn't sure if he would actually want it back, though.
Looking around, Scar wasn't quite sure what to expect upon this returning visit to the medical wing. It was silent, for now. Scar shined his light around each corner as he moved silently through the room, ready for something to jump out at him at any moment. He wasn't sure of what to expect, but he held his scalpel at the ready with his free hand. It was feeble protection at best, but Scar was a sitting duck without his alchemic arm.
He still wasn't sure if he would actually want it back, though.
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He made no attempt to clear up the blood now smeared across the floor. The better to excite paranoia, which in turn made his job easier.
He wrapped himself in invisibility and waited, calculating twenty digit prime numbers in his head to pass the time. Hopefully he wouldn't be kept waiting long.