dualistic: (he glances at his peers.)
Harvey Dent / Two-Face ([personal profile] dualistic) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-06-28 10:28 am

Night 64: Underground Lake

[From here.]

Harvey almost ended up tripping, which would have put him face-first in the sand, but he managed to reorient himself just before his legs gave out on him. His hand flew to his chest as he tried to catch his breath and fight down the nausea. He didn't want to think about how much it would sting to have bile come up and wash over all the wounds in his mouth if he threw up. So that wasn't happening.

The area felt just as damp and cold as the last time, and since it was all something they'd seen before, Harvey didn't hesitate to move forward once he'd recovered. His destination was the dock, and the two torches that were set there made it easy for him to find it.

As he moved toward it, he glanced back at the other two. "So this time we don't even need to draw blood. I guess that works well enough." He would have preferred that the transition was smoother, but it definitely beat having to go through the fridge like they had for so long.
vstheworld: (do you know the code?)

[personal profile] vstheworld 2012-07-14 11:27 am (UTC)(link)
"Classy," said Scott, feeling his own stomach churn watching S.T. empty his on the beach. He didn't throw up himself, though, if only because throwing up and not being able to feel it would be super weird.

It looked like Harvey had the same idea he did. All four doors had the same warning, the same bloodstains, the same ominous overtones — why be picky? The second door was as good as the first as good as the third as good as the fourth. Either way, a lot of choppy stabby smashy stuff probably awaited them. Hopefully not death. Death was... Not good... And things.

"I guess yes," said Scott, unconsciously gulping as the three of them approached. Sure enough, the door opened with surprising ease once they got close enough. Getting back out once they were inside, however...

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