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damned_institute2012-08-16 09:57 pm
stellarregions) wrote in damned_institute2012-08-16 09:57 pm
Night 65: M11-M20 Hallway
[M16]
As wretched as he was already feeling, the taunting intercom messages did nothing to improve Gren's mood. What it did do was inspire enough anger to rouse him from the corner he'd huddled in and force him to collect his things and get moving.
He was really in no shape to be out and about. He felt shaky and lightheaded, hardly able to keep himself moving, let alone fight. But he also knew that it was his own fault, and that absolutely nothing good would come of hiding in his room waiting for his own thoughts to consume him whole. Going out wasn't going to do a damned thing for his physical condition, but it just might be enough to distract him from the chaos in his head for a little while longer. And maybe if he could find Hakkai, he might have a chance of working out just how much of this was really the fault of whatever that thing was they'd encountered the night before.
Maybe it wasn't his fault. Maybe it was just the drugs and the ghost and this place. Maybe he really wasn't losing his mind all over again.
It was the only thing he had to cling to. That, and the thought that maybe, somewhere, there was a way out of this hell. He had to try.
It took too long to get his things sorted, too long to get out the door and stop there, leaning against the wall while he tried to keep focused. No one was around, now. There was nothing but darkness and silence to welcome him.
As wretched as he was already feeling, the taunting intercom messages did nothing to improve Gren's mood. What it did do was inspire enough anger to rouse him from the corner he'd huddled in and force him to collect his things and get moving.
He was really in no shape to be out and about. He felt shaky and lightheaded, hardly able to keep himself moving, let alone fight. But he also knew that it was his own fault, and that absolutely nothing good would come of hiding in his room waiting for his own thoughts to consume him whole. Going out wasn't going to do a damned thing for his physical condition, but it just might be enough to distract him from the chaos in his head for a little while longer. And maybe if he could find Hakkai, he might have a chance of working out just how much of this was really the fault of whatever that thing was they'd encountered the night before.
Maybe it wasn't his fault. Maybe it was just the drugs and the ghost and this place. Maybe he really wasn't losing his mind all over again.
It was the only thing he had to cling to. That, and the thought that maybe, somewhere, there was a way out of this hell. He had to try.
It took too long to get his things sorted, too long to get out the door and stop there, leaning against the wall while he tried to keep focused. No one was around, now. There was nothing but darkness and silence to welcome him.
M20
Then, he reminded himself that he was in poor shape to be venturing into the medical wing again, especially since it was likely to be just as heavily guarded as it had been the night before, that he'd already promised Castiel to get this over with tonight, and that time wasn't on their side. They simply couldn't afford to leisurely explore alternatives, especially since Landel seemed to be pulling the trigger for more and more people.
Determined to put the intercom message out of his mind for at least a little while longer, he finished cleaning and then stood and gathered all of the necessary materials, stowing all of the smaller items into his pockets before heading out the door. He'd probably given Castiel sufficient time to talk things out with their potential third helper; it was time to move, lest the night end with work unfinished.
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