dualistic: (the headline reads "the man hangs.")
Harvey Dent / Two-Face ([personal profile] dualistic) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-08-17 02:12 pm

Night 65: Underground Lake

[From here.]

This was all becoming a bit stale.

Especially the feeling of nausea that came with the transport. Harvey didn't want to think too hard on the implications of that. Just what exactly was done to their bodies when they were moved around like that? It couldn't be natural in any sense of the word, but it still beat trying to get down here the normal way.

His only real consolation was that he couldn't smell anything too well down here. It was a shame that they couldn't just keep on giving up that sense, but even Harvey realized how that wouldn't be "fair" according to Landel's rules. What really wasn't fair was the fact that they'd all been stuck in this place for weeks now, but...

Even he started to get sick of his own complaining, so he left it at that.

Once the other two seemed to have recovered, Harvey nodded toward the docks. "We know the drill by now, right? Let's make this quick." He needed to enjoy his voice while he had it, if that's what he was giving up.
toxicspiderman: A photo of a white plastic bag hanging from a tree. (waving a white flag)

[personal profile] toxicspiderman 2012-08-18 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
The bracelet upgrade meant S.T. wasn't having to cut himself every time they jumped, so he counted it a bonus. And the security guard had a pretty good sense of humor.

"Yeah." S.T. jogged over towards the dock, jumping over human skulls like a linebacker running drills through a field of used tires. "Hey, dead guy." He reached out a hand and bounced it on thin air. "Ka-bing. Customers. Let's get this party started."

avengingfists: (that's surprising!)

[personal profile] avengingfists 2012-08-23 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
[from here]

The white sandy beach was not a sight Ilia had expected, but it was a far cry from the horror she had feared would rise up as soon as they entered the final door. The dark water lapping at the sand was hardly opaque and offered little comfort. She scanned one wall with a flashlight, but the beam seemed to trail off into nothingness.

"It's like we're in some underground cove," she whispered, trying to catch a glimpse of the other side of the lake. There were only a few torches across the way, however, and they provided so little light it was impossible to really discern anything of note from such a distance. At least she knew there was another end, but how could they get there? She didn't trust the water was swimmer safe.