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damned_institute2012-09-05 02:37 pm
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MAIN HALLWAY, 2-WEST
[From here]
Link moved cautiously into the second floor hallway, unsure of what to expect. The format seemed mostly the same. (This building was so much more organized than any he had seen before...)
The silence seemed to swallow his footsteps whole. It felt unnatural. There were no other patients up here, clearly, his flashlight revealing nothing but empty corridors.
Link stood and waited, unsure of where to go. Scar seemed to know the way.
Link moved cautiously into the second floor hallway, unsure of what to expect. The format seemed mostly the same. (This building was so much more organized than any he had seen before...)
The silence seemed to swallow his footsteps whole. It felt unnatural. There were no other patients up here, clearly, his flashlight revealing nothing but empty corridors.
Link stood and waited, unsure of where to go. Scar seemed to know the way.
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This particular hallway did not hold any pleasant memories for Scar, for it had been the very location of his encounter with that vengeful ghost which had nearly ended rather badly for the former lion. As a result, he did not feel particularly at ease, but at least it was a far cry from the tension in the air that he experienced back then.
Right now, the hallway was completely silent. It would hardly surprise Scar if they were the only ones on the second floor tonight, especially considering the information he had received earlier. Even so, Scar would rather not unnecessarily linger in a place like this.
"We're going right," he announced before heading down the hallway, his voice but a whisper. His pace had quickened compared to earlier, however.
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Harpuia stayed quiet as they ascended the stairs. Now that they had a plan, there was little point in wasting time on idle talk. If there were any more patients out there who had met the same fate as that... whatever-it-was back downstairs, then unnecessary noise would only serve to draw their attention.
All the same, he faltered at the top of the stairs, looking back over to Zero. He knew where their end goal lay, but not how to get there; like it or not, show-off boy wasn't in any position to call the shots.
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