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damned_institute2012-09-10 04:45 pm
longlivetheking) wrote in damned_institute2012-09-10 04:45 pm
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Night 65: East Wing, Hall A (2nd Floor)
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It was hardly the first time Scar went down this hallway, though it was thankfully lacking in those disgusting animated corpses this time around. It was somewhat ironic the former lion happened to return to that room again, but alas, it was the only location of which he was relatively certain that it had something he could use to defend himself.
The company was, at the very least, proving to be not half as infuriating as von Karma had been, whatever had happened to the prancing little peacock.
Scar stopped at the door leading to what they called the Janitor's Closet. He cast another glance at the other end of the hallway before trying the door, which -- as always -- happened to be stuck. Or 'locked', if he were to use human terminology. But the lock was flimsy, so it could be opened with the appropriate amount of force.
"We'll have to break it open," he commented, though the 'we' was a figure of speech. Scar would much rather have someone else open the door if he could help it, but he purposely left such a desire unspoken.
It was hardly the first time Scar went down this hallway, though it was thankfully lacking in those disgusting animated corpses this time around. It was somewhat ironic the former lion happened to return to that room again, but alas, it was the only location of which he was relatively certain that it had something he could use to defend himself.
The company was, at the very least, proving to be not half as infuriating as von Karma had been, whatever had happened to the prancing little peacock.
Scar stopped at the door leading to what they called the Janitor's Closet. He cast another glance at the other end of the hallway before trying the door, which -- as always -- happened to be stuck. Or 'locked', if he were to use human terminology. But the lock was flimsy, so it could be opened with the appropriate amount of force.
"We'll have to break it open," he commented, though the 'we' was a figure of speech. Scar would much rather have someone else open the door if he could help it, but he purposely left such a desire unspoken.
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Link flashed the light into the closet before entering, knife at the ready in case something was waiting for them.
He was all too familiar with doors suddenly locking him in a room with some awful beast.
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