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Scar ([personal profile] envy_the_sinners) wrote in [community profile] 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.
age_of_kings: (Pride of Uhra)

[personal profile] age_of_kings 2012-07-26 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Locke..."

Tolten frowned, following after the other man but not exactly trusting what they were seeing. He didn't recognize this woman, and he was rather good at faces. Even ones just glimpsed in the crowd. Oh gods, what had this place done to him? Though...no. It wasn't this place that had made him strangely paranoid and unsure what to trust. Gongora had done that long before the young king came here.

But this place brainwashed patients and turned them against one another. This woman could be an agent of the institute.

"Be careful...." He kept his sword gripped in his hand, lowering his light so as not to blind anyone. Instinct and better judgement were fighting it out in his mind at the moment.
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[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-07-26 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
The woman shied away from Locke, backing up. "Don't touch me!" she shouted. "You--you're one of them, aren't you! One of the sick ones! They--" the words caught in her throat and she started sobbing, still trying to stay well back from Lock.

From down the hall, a rumbling growl echoed, far too meaty to be distant thunder.

kings_thief: (Seriously ticked)

[personal profile] kings_thief 2012-07-26 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
He didn't reach for her again, but he didn't back away. He couldn't help the small look of hurt that flashed across his face; he just wanted to help, but he couldn't deny he was one of those sick.

"They what? What are you..." His voice drifted away with the sound and his hand tightened around the pipe as his eyes tried to scan for what was making that sound.

"Tolten..." He threw a warning glance at the other man, a silent question of whether it had only been him who had heard that.
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[personal profile] age_of_kings 2012-08-02 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The young king had already assumed a battle-ready stance, weight shifted and sword gripped to be swung in an instant. Everything made sense, as long as he held a blade. The pommel became some sort of grounding rod for him, his own grip on it maintaining his eerie level of angry calm.

"We're prepared," was all that he said, blue eyes narrowing into chips of ice as he glared down the hall. Nothing would stand in their way.
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[personal profile] complicatedliar 2012-08-04 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The woman continued to shake her head, still backing away down the hall. "You'll turn into one of them. Any moment. You're not hungry now but you will be."

She shakily wiped tears away from the eyes, leaving a streak of blood on her face instead.

Another growl echoed down the hall, followed by the sound of a man screaming. The woman jerked as if struck. "I have to... I have to go. He needs me!" She turned and ran down the hall, toward the sounds.

[Heading down the doctor's office hallway in an attempt to lead the boys astray~.]
kings_thief: (Wait......what?)

[personal profile] kings_thief 2012-08-05 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
One of them? She must of meant a monster...but Locke didn't feel any different than any other time, just sick and fuzzy. He was about to ask her a question when she went running off.

The treasure hunter hesitated a moment before glancing back at Tolten, concern in his face. "Come on, we have to follow her, she might need our help!" And that alone was enough to send Locke towards the sounds; he couldn't just leave someone defenseless.

"Miss, wait up, let us help!" He went to follow her, though he noted he wasn't as nimble or fast as he usually was.