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damned_institute2012-07-14 10:04 am
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Night 64: North of the Institute
[From here.]
The coat ruffled around Badd's shoulders as the two marched out into the wilderness. Badd reasoned the mountains would be safer than trying to go through the forest and god knows what kind of mad animal life lived there. The mountains would have caves and fewer people, up there it would be easier to lose oneself for a morning.
It was a mad long shot but it was all Badd had. As they walked he began wishing they'd taken the time to gather some kind of survivalist supplies or food. Badd was a man of the city with coffee for blood and cement for bones. Nature was something that happened to other people. But they were out here now and going back just meant starting all over tomorrow night, if they even lived that long.
His legs ached. Badd wanted to say something to Byrne but had no idea where to start the conversation. There seemed little to talk about besides the walk ahead of them, and Badd had no idea what was ahead of them. Freedom, here's hoping. Or death. Either worked.
The coat ruffled around Badd's shoulders as the two marched out into the wilderness. Badd reasoned the mountains would be safer than trying to go through the forest and god knows what kind of mad animal life lived there. The mountains would have caves and fewer people, up there it would be easier to lose oneself for a morning.
It was a mad long shot but it was all Badd had. As they walked he began wishing they'd taken the time to gather some kind of survivalist supplies or food. Badd was a man of the city with coffee for blood and cement for bones. Nature was something that happened to other people. But they were out here now and going back just meant starting all over tomorrow night, if they even lived that long.
His legs ached. Badd wanted to say something to Byrne but had no idea where to start the conversation. There seemed little to talk about besides the walk ahead of them, and Badd had no idea what was ahead of them. Freedom, here's hoping. Or death. Either worked.
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...But on a more serious note. It also wasn't until this point that the reality of what he and Badd were currently doing had hit him. Really hit him. They were out. And not just going to Doyleton or being unwillingly stranded on the road like the last two times he'd been outside at night; no, they were really out of this place. They were moving ahead toward uncharted territory, where anything could happen. The possible life-threatening reality of their situation made him feel anxious, but also excited. Just like those first few heists the Yatagarasu pulled. Are they really doing this? Yes, yes they are. Will they get caught? Possibly. Might they get hurt or worse? Oh, yeah. But they were doing it anyway. And who was going to stop them? Landel? Pffh. Let him try.
The thought raised small chuckle from Byrne - just before he had a violent two-second shiver. (P-perhaps he should have dressed more warmly before heading out. Might've been a good idea. Maybe.)
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More walking would warm Badd up. He was a big guy, he got warm fast. With a shrug of his shoulders and let the trenchcoat slip down into his hands, then silently set it around Byrne's shoulders.
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--Woah woah, what was that touching him?!? What was th--o-oh. Oh. It was just Badd's coat. Phew. No creepy monster.
...Badd's coat?
His momentary panic fading quickly, Byrne grabbed at the coat now hanging off his shoulders, then shot his partner a confused look. "W-what was that for?" he asked, making sure to keep the volume of his voice down to almost a whisper. (Better not speak too loud when they didn't know where they were.)
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